Probably the Sixth Book was concluded in the first part of the year 1594, just after his long wooing had been crowned with success. In the tenth canto of that book he introduces the lady of his love, and himself 'piping' unto her. In a rarely pleasant place on a fair wooded hill-top Calidore sees the Graces dancing, and Colin Clout piping merrily. With these goddesses is a fourth maid; it is to her alone that Colin pipes:-- Pype, jolly shepheard, pype thou now apace Unto thy love that made thee low to lout; Thy love is present there with thee in place; Thy love is there advaunst to be another Grace. Of this fourth maid the poet, after sweetly praising the daughters of sky-ruling Jove, sings in this wise:-- Who can aread what creature mote she bee; Whether a creature or a goddesse graced With heavenly gifts from heven first enraced? But what so sure she was, she worthy was To be the fourth with those three other placed, Yet she was certes but a countrey lasse; Yet she all other countrey lasses farre did passe. So farre, as doth the daughter of the day All other lesser lights in light excell; So farre doth she in beautyfull array Above all other lasses beare the bell; Ne lesse in vertue that beseems her well Doth she exceede the rest of all her race. The phrase 'country lass' in this rapturous passage has been taken to signify that she to whom it applied was of mean origin; but it scarcely bears this construction. Probably all that is meant is that her family was not connected with the Court or the Court circle. She was not high-born; but she was not low- born. The final sonnets refer to some malicious reports circulating about him, and to some local separation between the sonneteer and his mistress. This separation was certainly ended in the June following his acceptance--that is, the June of 1594; for in that month, on St. Barnabas' day, that is, on the 11th, Spenser was married. This event Spenser celebrates in the finest, the most perfect of all his poems, in the most beautiful of all bridal songs--in his _Epithalamion_. He had many a time sung for others; he now bade the Muses crown their heads with garlands and help him his own love's praises to resound:-- So I unto my selfe alone will sing, The woods shall to me answer, and my echo ring.