I love to muse me o'er the evening hearth, Like thee, within mine influence, all to cheer; I love to pause in meditation's | And wish at last in life's declining I fear no care for gold, Well-doing is my wealth; My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health. I clip high-climbing thoughts, Since sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear, I bear so low and small a sail As freeth me from fear. I wrestle not with rage While fury's flame doth burn; It is in vain to stop the stream Until the tide doth turn. But when the flame is out, And, taught with often proof, Spare diet is my fare, My clothes more fit than fine I know I feed and clothe a foe, That pampered would repine. I envy not their hap Whom favor doth advance; I deem a losing gain; No change of Fortune's calm Can cast my comforts down: When Fortune smiles, I smile to think How quickly she will frown. And when, in froward mood, She proved an angry foe, Small gain, I found, to let her come – Less loss to let her go. Let all the virgins therefore well await; And ye, fresh boys, that tend upon her groom, Prepare yourselves, for he is coming straight. Set all your things in seemly good array, Fit for so joyful day: The joyfull'st day that ever sun did see. Fair sun! show forth thy favorable ray, And let thy lifeful heat not fervent be, O fairest Phoebus! father of the Muse! Do not thy servant's simple boon refuse, But let this day, let this one day be mine; Let all the rest be thine. Then I thy sovereign praises loud will sing, That all the woods shall answer, and their echo ring. Lo! where she comes along with portly pace, Like Phoebe, from her chamber of the east, Arising forth to run her mighty race, Clad all in white, that seems a virgin best. So well it her beseems, that ye would ween Some angel she had been. Her long loose yellow locks; like golden wire Sprinkled with pearl, and pearling flowers atween, Do like a golden mantle her attire; And being crowned with a garland green, Seem like some maiden queen. But blush to hear her praises sung so loud, So far from being proud. Nathless do ye still loud her praises sing, That all the woods may answer, and your echo ring. Tell me, ye merchants' daughters, did So sweet, so lovely, and so mild as she, Adorned with beauty's grace and virtue's store; Her goodly eyes like sapphires shining bright, Her forehead ivory white, Her cheeks like apples which the sun hath ruddied, Her lips like cherries charming men to bite, Her breast like to a bowl of cream uncrudded. Why stand ye still, ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, [From The Faerie Queene.] THE CAPTIVE SOUL. WHAT war so cruel, or what siege so sore, As that which strong affections do apply Against the fort of Reason evermore, To bring the soul into captivity? Their force is fiercer through infirmity Of the frail flesh, relenting to their rage; And exercise most bitter tyranny Upon the parts brought into their bondage; Whiles ye forget your former lay to No wretchedness is like to sinful vil Regard of Honor, and mild Modesty; His life was nigh unto death's door There Virtue reigns as queen in royal throne, And giveth laws alone, The which the base affections do obey, And yield their services unto her will: Ne thought of things uncomely ever may Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill. Had ye once seen these her celestial treasures, And unrevealed pleasures, Then would ye wonder and her praises sing, That all the woods would answer, and your echo ring. And yplaced, threadbare coat and cobbled shoes he ware; Ne scarce good morsel all his life did taste; But both from back and belly still did spare, To fill his bags, and riches to compare; Yet child nor kinsman living had he none To leave them to; but thorough daily care To get, and nightly fear to lose, his own, He led a wretched life unto himself unknown. But to the prey whenas he drew As guardian and steward of the more nigh, His bloody rage assuaged with re morse, And, with the sight amazed, forgot his furious force. rest: His office was to give entertainment And lodging unto all that came and went; Not unto such as could him feast again, And double quite for that he on them spent; instead thereof he kissed her weary feet, And licked her lily hands with fawn-But such, as want of harbor did con strain: ing tongue, As he her wrongèd innocence did Those for God's sake his duty was to weet, Oh, how can beauty master the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong! Whose yielded pride and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, entertain. Her heart 'gan melt in great compas-Ne sion, cared to hoard for those whom he did breed: And drizzling tears did shed for pure The grace of God he laid up still in affection. [From The Faerie Queene.] A HOSPITAL. EFTSOONES unto an holy hospital, That was foreby the way, she did him bring; In which seven Bead-men, that had vowed all store, 'Their life to service of high heaven's Their gates to all were open ever more, That by the weary way were travelling; And one sat waiting ever them before, To call in comers by, that needy were and poor. The first of them, that eldest was and best, Of all the house had charge and government, which were not rich tires, nor garments gay, plumes of pride and wings of vanity, clothes meet to keep keen cold away, And naked nature seemly to array; With which bare wretched wights he daily clad, The images of God in earthly clay; if that no spare clothes to give he had, And His own coat he would cut, and it distribute glad. The fourth appointed by his office was Poor prisoners to relieve with gra cious aid, |