What is "liue"

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The lowest, and most deiected thing of Fortune, Stands still in esperance, liues not in feare: The lamentable change is from the best, The worst returnes to laughter.

In such sorte seemed they vpon theyr strong and mightie horsses, some being cast downe, other stumbling and falling: many wounded and hurt, yeelding vp their desired liues: some troden downe and mischieued vnder the feete of the fierce and vnrestrained horsses.

After all these there marcht a most faire Dame,Led of two grysie villeins, th'one Despight,The other cleped Cruelty by name:She dolefull Lady, like a dreary Spright,Cald by strong charmes out of eternall night,Had deathes owne image figurd in her face,Full of sad signes, fearefull to liuing sight.

Therefore since mine he is, or free or bond,Or false or trew, or liuing or else dead,Withhold, O soueraine Prince, your hasty hondFrom knitting league with him, I you aread.

Kings Queenes, Lords Ladies, Knights & Damzels gentWere heap'd together with the vulgar sort,And mingled with the raskall rablement,Without respect of person or of port,To shew Dan Cupids powre and great effort:And round about a border was entrayld,Of broken bowes and arrowes shiuered short,And a long bloudy riuer through them rayld,So liuely and so like, that liuing sence it fayld.

Exceeding wroth was Guyon at that blow,And much ashamd, that stroke of liuing armeShould him dismay, and make him stoup so low,Though otherwise it did him litle harme:Tho hurling high his yron braced arme,He smote so manly on his shoulder plate,That all his left side it did quite disarme.

The whiles, the Faerie knight did entertaineAnother Damsell of that gentle crew,That was right faire, and modest of demaine,But that too oft she chaung'd her natiue hew:Straunge was her tyre, and all her garment blew,Close round about her tuckt with many a plight:Vpon her fist the bird, which shonneth vew,And keepes in couerts close from liuing wight,Did sit, as yet ashamd, how rude Pan did her dight.

Therewith they gan, both furious and fell,To thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaileEach other bent his enimy to quell,That with their force they perst both plate and maile,And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile,That it would pitty any liuing eie.

For whylome he had bene a doughty Knight,As any one, that liued in his daies,And proued oft in many perillous fight,Of which he grace and glory wonne alwaies,And in all battels bore away the baies.

Thenceforth me desolate he quite forsooke,To wander, where wilde fortune would me lead,And other bywaies he himselfe betooke,Where neuer foot of liuing wight did tread,That brought not backe the balefull body dead.

Faire Helene, flowre of beautie excellent,And girlond of the mighty Conquerours,That madest many Ladies deare lamentThe heauie losse of their braue Paramours,Which they far off beheld from Troian toures,And saw the fieldes of faire Scamander strowneWith carcases of noble warrioures,Whose fruitlesse liues were vnder furrow sowne,And Xanthus sandy bankes with bloud all ouerflowne.

In her faire eyes two liuing lamps did flame,Kindled aboue at th'heauenly makers light,And darted fyrie beames out of the same,So passing persant, and so wondrous bright,That quite bereau'd the rash beholders sight:In them the blinded god his lustfull fireTo kindle oft assayd, but had no might.

In prime of youthly yeares, when first the flowreOf beauty gan to bud, and bloosme delight,And nature me endu'd with plenteous dowre,Of all her gifts, that pleasde each liuing sight,I was belou'd of many a gentle Knight,And sude and sought with all the seruice dew:Full many a one for me deepe groand and sigh't,And to the dore of death for sorrow drew,Complayning out on me, that would not on them rew.

So louedst thou the lusty Hyacinct,So louedst thou the faire Coronis deare:Yet both are of thy haplesse hand extinct,Yet both in flowres do liue, and loue thee beare,The one a Paunce, the other a sweet breare:For griefe whereof, ye mote haue liuely seeneThe God himselfe rending his golden heare,And breaking quite his gyrlond euer greene,With other signes of sorrow and impatient teene.

Right well I wote most mighty Soueraine,That all this famous antique history,Of some th'aboundance of an idle braineWill iudged be, and painted forgery,Rather then matter of iust memory,Sith none, that breatheth liuing aire, does know,Where is that happy land of Faery,Which I so much do vaunt, yet no where show,But vouch antiquities, which no body can know.