785. To make it wys

if ye be not merry.

Cf. Ger. suchen.

to make it a matter of serious deliberation.

786. Avys advice, consideration. Cf. Fr. avis.

=

798. Of best sentence and most solas = the most instructive and the

most amusing.

799. At oure alther cost

810. Oure othes swore

816. Devys= 819. Fet

=

at the cost of us all.

we swore our oaths.

decision, direction.
fetched. A. S. fetian, to fetch.

822. A morwe on the morrow, the 18th of April.

826. The watering of St. Thomas was at the second mile-stone on the

old road to Canterbury.

827. Bigan-areste

= did.

=

halted. Bigan is sometimes used as an auxiliary

829. Forward promise, covenant. A. S. foreword, covenant, agree

ment.

844. Aventure, or sort, or cas= by chance, or luck, or accident.

854. A Goddes name= in God's name.

857. Right a merie chere a right merry countenance.

SELECTIONS FROM FIRST CREATIVE PERIOD.

(1558-1625.)
I.

FIRST BOOK OF SPENSER'S FAERY QUEENE,

CONTAYNING THE LEGEND OF THE KNIGHT OF THE RED Crosse, or OF HOLINESSE.

I.

Lo! I, the man whose Muse whylome did maske,
As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards weeds,
Am now enforst, a farre unfitter taske,

For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine oaten reeds,
And sing of knights and ladies gentle deeds;
Whose praises having slept in silence long,
Me, all to meane, the sacred Muse areeds
To blazon broade emongst her learned throng:
Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my song.

II.

Helpe then, O holy virgin, chiefe of nyne,

Thy weaker Novice to performe thy will;
Lay forth out of thine everlasting scryne
The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still,
Of Faery knights, and fayrest Tanaquill,
Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long

Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill,
That I must rue his undeserved wrong:

O, helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong!

III.

And thou, most dreaded impe of highest Jove,
Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart
At that good knight so cunningly didst rove,
That glorious fire it kindled in his hart;

Lay now thy deadly heben bowe apart,

And with thy mother mylde come to mine ayde;
Come, both; and with you bring triumphant Mart,
In loves and gentle jollities arraid,

After his murdrous spoyles and bloudie rage allayd.

IV.

And with them eke, O Goddesse heavenly bright, Mirrour of grace and majestie divine,

Great ladie of the greatest isle, whose light

Like Phoebus lampe throughout the world doth shine,
Shed thy faire beames into my feeble eyne,

And raise my thoughtes, too humble and too vile,
To thinke of that true glorious type of thine,

The argument of mine afflicted stile:

The which to heare vouchsafe, O dearest dread. a while.

CANTO I.

The patron of true Holinesse,
Foule Errour doth defeate;
Hypocrisie, him to entrappe,

Doth to his home entreate.

I.

A GENTLE Knight was pricking on the plaine,
Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine,
The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he never wield:
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.

II.

And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore,

The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,
And dead, as living ever, him ador'd:

Upon his shield the like was also scor❜d,

For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had. Right, faithfull, true he was in deede and word; But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad; Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.

III.

Upon a great adventure he was bond,
That greatest Gloriana to him gave,

(That greatest glorious queene of Faery lond,)
To winne him worshippe, and her grace to have,
Which of all earthly things he most did crave:
And ever as he rode his hart did earne

To prove his puissance in battell brave
Upon his foe, and his new force to learne;
Upon his foe, a dragon horrible and stearne.

IV.

A lovely ladie rode him faire beside,
Upon a lowly asse more white then snow,
Yet she much whiter; but the same did hide
Under a vele, that wimpled was full low;
And over all a blacke stole shee did throw :
As one that inly mournd, so was she sad,
And heavie sate upon her palfrey slow;
Seemed in heart some hidden care she had;
And by her in a line a milkewhite lambe she lad.

V..

So pure and innocent, as that same lambe, She was in life and every vertuous lore ;

And by descent from royall lynage came,

Of ancient kinges and queenes, that had of yore
Their scepters stretcht from east to westerne shore,

And all the world in their subjection held;
Till that infernall feend with foule uprore

Forwasted all their land, and them expeld;
Whom to avenge she had this knight from far compeld.

VI.

Behind her farre away a dwarfe did lag,

That lasie seemd, in being ever last,

Or wearied with bearing of her bag

Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past,

The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast,
And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine

Did poure into his lemans lap so fast,

That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain;

And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.

VII.

Enforst to seeke some covert nigh at hand,

A shadie grove not farr away they spide,
That promist ayde the tempest to withstand;
Whose loftie trees, yclad with sommers pride,
Did spred so broad, that heavens light did hide,
Not perceable with power of any starr :

And all within were pathes and alleies wide,
With footing worne, and leading inward farr:
Faire harbour that them seems; so in they entred ar.

VIII.

And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, Joying to heare the birds sweete harmony, Which, therein shrouded from the tempest dred, Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy, The sayling pine; the cedar proud and tall; The vine-propp elme; the poplar never dry; The builder oake, sole king of forrests all; The aspine good for staves; the cypresse funerall;

IX.

The laurell, meed of mightie conquerours
And poets sage; the firre that weepeth still;
The willow, worne of forlorne paramours;
The eugh, obedient to the benders will;
The birch for shaftes; the sallow for the mill;
The mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound;
The warlike beech; the ash for nothing ill;
The fruitfull olive; and the platane round;

The carver holme; the maple seeldom inward sound.