THE FAERIE QUEENE by Edmund Spenser TO The ... - Planet.ee

www.TaleBooks.comForth launched quickly as she did desire,Ne gave him leave to bid that aged sireAdieu; but nimbly ran her wonted courseThrough the dull billowes thicke as troubled mire,Whom nether wind out of their seat could forseNor timely tides did drive out of their sluggish sourse.XXI. And by the way, as was her wonted guize,Her mery fitt shee freshly gan to reare,And did of joy and jollity devize,Her selfe to cherish, and her guest to cheare.The knight was courteous, and did not forbeareHer honest merth and pleasaunce to partake;But when he saw her toy, and gibe, and geare,And passe the bonds of modest merimake,Her dalliaunce he despis'd, and follies did forsake.XXII. Yet she still followed her former style,And said and did all that mote him delight,Till they arrived in that pleasaunt Ile,Where sleeping late she lefte her other knight.But whenas Guyon of that land had sight,He wist him selfe amisse, and angry said;"Ah, Dame! perdy ye have not doen me right,Thus to mislead mee, whiles I you obaid:Me litle needed from my right way to have straid."XXIII. "Faire Sir," (quoth she) "be not displeased at all.Who fares on sea may not commaund his way,Ne wind and weather at his pleasure call:The sea is wide, and easy for to stray;The wind unstable, and doth never stay.But here a while ye may in safety rest,Till season serve new passage to assay:Better safe port then be in seas distrest."Therewith she laught, and did her earnest end in jest.XXIV. But he, halfe discontent, mote nathelesseHimselfe appease, and issewd forth on shore;The joyes whereof and happy fruitfulnesse,Such as he saw she gan him lay before,And all, though pleasaunt, yet she made much more:The fields did laugh, the flowres did freshly spring,The trees did bud, and early blossomes bore;And all the quire of birds did sweetly sing,And told that gardins pleasures in their caroling.XXV. And she, more sweete then any bird on bough,Would oftentimes emongst them beare a part,And strive to passe (as she could well enough)Their native musicke by her skilful art:So did she all that might his constant hartWithdraw from thought of warlike enterprize,And drowne in dissolute delights apart,Page 179 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser