TENDER PARTES #0001

[August Highland]

TENDER PARTES #0001



  But wander too and fro in wayes vnknowne/That greatest Glorious Queene
of Faerie lond/Her whom he waking euermore did weene/Weening their
wonted entrance to haue found/Then of the certaine perill he stood
in/You whom my hard auenging destinie/Lets me not sleepe but wast the
wearie night/That greatest Glorious Queene of Faerie lond/The which at
last out of the wood them brought/That weaker sence it could haue
rauisht quight/And dead as liuing euer him ador'd/Is wisely to aduise
now day is spent.

  By which he saw the vgly monster plaine/In hast vnto his Lord where he
him left afore/Who nought aghast his mightie hand enhaunst/Right
faithfull true he was in deede and word/But on his brest a bloudie
Crosse he bore/But forth vnto the darksome hole he went/But wander too
and fro in wayes vnknowne/Or the blind God that doth me thus amate/As
one that inly mournd so was she sad/With that misformed spright he backe
returnd againe/Her doubtfull words made that redoubted knight.

  Downe in a dale hard by a forests side/The warlike Beech the Ash for
nothing ill/As when old father nilus gins to swell/And knitting all his
force got one hand free/In which that wicked wight his dayes doth
weare/You whom my hard auenging destinie/His heauie head deuoide of
carefull carke/Both for her noble bloud and for her tender youth/Lo
there before his face his Lady is/Vnder blake stole hyding her bayted
hooke/The warlike Beech the Ash for nothing ill/Strangle her else she
sure will strangle thee/He to his study goes and there amiddes/And to
him playnd how that false winged boy.

  Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate/Tydings of warre and worldly
trouble tell/The danger hid the place vnknowne and wilde/Watching to
banish Care their enimy/Vnder blake stole hyding her bayted
hooke/Resolv'd in minde all suddenly to win/About her cursed head whose
folds displaid/Whose sences all were straight benumbd and starke/The
builder Oake sole king of forrests all.

  At last dull wearinesse of former fight/Suspect her truth yet since
no' vntruth he knew/Resolv'd in minde all suddenly to win/That soone to
loose her wicked bands did her constraine/Then seemed him his lady by
him lay/That euery wight to shrowd it did constrain.

  By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly/Most like that virgin true
which for her knight him took/And more to lulle him in his slumber
soft/Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe/The youthfull knight could
not for ought be staide/He raft her hatefull head without remorse/His
dwelling is there Tethys his wet bed/Seemd in their song to scorne the
cruell sky/The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake/The God obayde
and calling forth straight way/And ouerflow each plaine and lowly dale.

  Deliuered it to him and downe did lay/Least suddaine mischiefe ye too
rash prouoke/But his wast wordes returnd to him in vaine/And knitting
all his force got one hand free/Watching to banish Care their
enimy/Gathred themselues about her body round/What frayes ye that were
wont to comfort me affrayd/And euer as he rode his hart did earne/Then
choosing out few wordes most horrible/Then with the Sunne take Sir your
timely rest.

  And proou'd your strength on a strong enimie/Soone as that vncouth
light vpon them shone/Lept fierce vpon his shield and her huge
traine/Huge heapes of mudd he leaues wherein there breed/Wringing her
hands in wemens pitteous wise/Long way he trauelled before he heard of
ought/The maker selfe for all his wondrous witt.

  Quoth then that aged man the way to win/His feete all bare his beard
all hoarie gray/With doubled forces high aboue the ground/Vpon a great
aduenture he was bond/Whereat he gan to stretch but he againe/All cleane
dismayd to see so vncouth sight/And shall you well reward to shew the
place/Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy/About her cursed head whose
folds displaid/At last resoluing forward still to fare/To Morpheus house
doth hastily repaire.

  By which he saw the vgly monster plaine/Ah Ladie said he shame were to
reuoke/Silly old man that liues in hidden cell/The drouping Night thus
creepeth on them fast/The other by him selfe staide other worke to
doo/And well I wote that of your later fight/Now when that ydle dreame
was to him brought/The youthfull knight could not for ought be
staide/From turning backe and forced her to stay/For whose sweete sake
that glorious badge he wore/And as halfe blushing offred him to kis/And
through the world of waters wide and deepe/Wherein ye haue great glory
wonne this day/The noblest mind the best contentment has.

  Whose corage when the feend perceiu'd to shrinke/And fram'd of liquid
ayre her tender partes/The day with cloudes was suddeine ouercast/That
when he heard in great perplexitie/At length they chaunst to meet vpon
the way/To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire/And sucked vp their dying
mothers blood/Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore.

  As when old father Nilus gins to swell/So many pathes so many turnings
seene/Full iolly knight he seemd and faire did sitt/The which at last
out of the wood them brought/And wakefull dogges before them farre do
lye/With holy father sits not with such things to mell/In siluer deaw
his euer-drouping hed/The cruell markes of many' a bloudy fielde.


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