“Whence come I am, the drery desteny, And lucklesse lot for to bemone of those Whome fortune, in this maze of misery, Of wretched chaunce, most wofull mirours chose, That, when thou seest how lightly they did lose Their pompe, their power, and that they thought most sure Thou mayst soone deeme no earthly ioy[1505] may dure.” 18.[1506] Whose rufull voice no sooner had out brayed Those wofull words, wherewith shee sorrowed so, But out, alas, shee shright, and neuer stayed, Fell downe, and al to dasht her selfe for wo: The cold pale dread my limmes gan ouergo, And I so sorrowed at her sorrowes eft, That, what with griefe, and feare, my wits were reft. 19. I stretcht my selfe, and strayt my hart reuiues, That dread and dolour erst did so appale, Like him that with the feruent feuer striues, When sicknesse seekes his castell[1507] health to skale: With gathred sprites[1508] so forst I feare to auale:[1509] And, rearing her, with anguish all foredone, My sprits returnd,[1510] and then I thus begon: 20. “O _Sorrow_, alas, sith _Sorrow_ is thy name, And that to thee this drere doth well pertayne, In vayne it were to seeke to cease the same: But, as a man himselfe with sorrow slayne, So I, alas, doe comfort thee in payne, That here in sorrow art forsunke so deepe, That at thy sight I can but sigh and weepe.” 21. I had no sooner spoken of a syke,[1511] But that the storme so rumbled in her brest, As _Eölus_ could neuer roare the like, And showers downe raynde from her eyes[1512] so fast, That all bedreint the place, till, at the last, Well eased they the dolour of her minde, As rage of rayne doth swage the stormy winde: 22. For forth shee paced in her fearefull tale: “Come, come,” quod shee, “and see what I shall showe,[1513] Come, heare the playning and the bitter bale Of worthy men, by fortune’s[1514] ouerthrowe: Come thou, and see them rewing all in rowe, They were but shades, that erst in minde thou rolde: Come, come with mee, thine eyes shall them beholde.” 23. What coulde these wordes but make mee more agast, To heare her tell whereon I musde while ere? So was I mazde therewith, till, at the last, Musing vpon her words, and what they were, All sodaynly well lessoned was my feare: For to my minde retourned, how shee teld Both what shee was, and where her wun shee helde. 24.