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But if the heauens did his dayes enuie,And my short blisse maligne, yet mote they wellThus much afford me, ere that he did dieThat the dim eyes of my deare MarinellI mote haue closed, and him bed farewell,Sith other offices for mother meetThey would not graunt.

From that day forth in peace and ioyous blis,They liu'd together long without debate:Ne priuate iarre, ne spite of enemisCould shake the safe assuraunce of their state.

Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast,And comming where the knight in slomber lay,The one vpon his hardy head him plast,And made him dreame of loues and lustfull play,That nigh his manly hart did melt away,Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy:Then seemed him his Lady by him lay,And to him playnd, how that false winged boy,Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy.

By vew of her he ginneth to reuiueHis ancient loue, and dearest Cyparisse,And calles to mind his pourtraiture aliue,How faire he was, and yet not faire to this,And how he slew with glauncing dart amisseA gentle Hynd, the which the louely boyDid loue as life, aboue all worldly blisse.

Her ioyous presence and sweet companyIn full content he there did long enioy,Ne wicked enuie, ne vile gealosyHis deare delights were able to annoy:Yet swimming in that sea of blisfull ioy,He nought forgot, how he whilome had sworne,In case he could that monstrous beast destroy,Vnto his Farie Queene backe to returne:The which he shortly did, and Vna left to mourne.

Her blisse is all in pleasure and delight,Wherewith she makes her louers drunken mad,And then with words & weedes of wondrous might,On them she workes her will to vses bad:My lifest Lord she thus beguiled had.

But what art thou, ô Ladie, which doest raungeIn this wilde forrest, where no pleasure is,And doest not it for ioyous court exchaunge,Emongst thine equall peres, where happie blisAnd all delight does raigne, much more then this?

Who so in pompe of proud estate (quoth she)Does swim, and bathes himselfe in courtly blis,Does waste his dayes in darke obscuritee,And in obliuion euer buried is:Where ease abounds, yt's eath to doe amis.

His dearest Dame is that Enchaunteresse,The vile Acrasia, that with vaine delightes,And idle pleasures in his[her] Bowre of Blisse,Does charme her louers, and the feeble sprightesCan call out of the bodies of fraile wightes:Whom then she does transforme to mõstrous hewes,And horribly misshapes with vgly sightes,Captiu'd eternally in yron mewes,And darksom dens, where Titan his face neuer shewes.

Certes (said he) I n'ill thine offred grace,Ne to be made so happy do intend:Another blis before mine eyes I place,Another happinesse, another end.

Guyon, by Palmers gouernance,passing through perils great,Doth ouerthrow the Bowre of blisse,and Acrasie defeat.

Thence passing forth, they shortly do arriue,Whereas the Bowre of Blisse was situate.

Mercy deare Lord (said he) what grace is this,That thou hast shewed to me sinfull wight,To send thine Angell from her bowre of blis,To comfort me in my distressed plight?

It fortuned, faire Venus hauing lostHer little sonne, the winged god of loue,Who for some light displeasure, which him crost,Was from her fled, as flit as ayerie Doue,And left her blisfull bowre of ioy aboue,(So from her often he had fled away,When she for ought him sharpely did reproue,And wandred in the world in strange aray,Disguiz'd in thousand shapes, that none might him bewray.

But were it not, that Time their troubler is,All that in this delightfull Gardin growes,Should happie be, and haue immortall blis:For here all plentie, and all pleasure flowes,And sweet loue gentle fits emongst them throwes,Without fell rancor, or fond gealosie.