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

www.TaleBooks.comAnd, his owne armes when glittering he did spyOr clashing heard, he fast away did fly,As ashes pale of hew, and winged heeld,And evermore on Daunger fixt his eye,Gainst whom he alwayes bent a brasen shield,Which his right hand unarmed fearefully did wield.XIII. With him went Hope in rancke, a handsome Mayd,Of chearefull looke and lovely to behold:In silken samite she was light arayd,And her fayre lockes were woven up in gold:She alway smyld, and in her hand did holdAn holy-water-sprinckle, dipt in deowe,With which she sprinckled favours manifoldOn whom she list, and did great liking sheowe,Great liking unto many, but true love to feowe.XIV. And after them Dissemblaunce and SuspectMarcht in one rancke, yet an unequall paire;For she was gentle and of milde aspect,Courteous to all and seeming debonaire,Goodly adorned and exceeding faire:Yet was that all but paynted and pourloynd,And her bright browes were deckt with borrowed haire;Her deeds were forged, and her words false coynd,And alwaies in her hand two clewes of silke she twynd.XV. But he was fowle, ill favoured, and grim,Under his eiebrowes looking still askaunce;And ever, as Dissemblaunce laught on him,He lowrd on her with daungerous eyeglaunce,Shewing his nature in his countenaunce:His rolling eies did never rest in place,But walkte each where for feare of hid mischaunce,Holding a lattis still before his face,Through which he stil did peep as forward he did pace.XVI. Next him went Griefe and Fury, matcht yfere;Griefe all in sable sorrowfully clad,Downe hanging his dull head with heavy chere,Yet inly being more then seeming sad:A paire of Pincers in his hand he had,With which he pinched people to the hart,That from thenceforth a wretched life they ladd,In wilfull languor and consuming smart,Dying each day with inward wounds of dolours dart.XVII. But Fury was full ill appareiledIn rags, that naked nigh she did appeare,With ghastly looks and dreadfull drerihed;And from her backe her garments she did teare,And from her head ofte rente her snarled heare:In her right hand a firebrand shee did tosseAbout her head, still roming here and there;Page 380 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser