Her ioyous presence and sweet company xli In full content he there did long enioy, Ne wicked enuie, ne[431] vile gealosy His 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 Faerie Queene backe to returne: The which he shortly did, and _Vna_ left to mourne. Now strike your sailes ye iolly Mariners, xlii For we be come vnto a quiet rode, Where we must land some of our passengers, And light this wearie vessell of her lode. Here she a while may make her safe abode, Till she repaired haue her tackles spent, And wants supplide. And then againe abroad On the long voyage whereto she is bent: Well may she speede and fairely finish her intent. _FINIS LIB. I._ [Illustration] FOOTNOTES: [400] ii 5 seeme, _1590 &c._ [401] 9 fall, _1590_, _1596_ [402] iii 5 fond] found _1596_, _1609_ [403] vii 3 tymbrel _1590_ [404] 7 day, _1590_, _1596_ [405] viii 3 gracious _1590 passim_ [406] ix 1 after _1590_ [407] xi 1 when as] whenas _1590_ [408] 2 too] to _1590_ [409] 4 gossibs _1590_ [410] 5 talents _1590 &c._; _corr. F. E._ [411] xiv 5 vntayne _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [412] xvi i pleasures _1596_, _1609_ [413] xvii 1 that] the _1596_, _1609_ [414] 7 since] sith _1609_ [415] xviii 8 Pynim _1596_ [416] xix 5 since] sith _1609_ [417] xx 7 since] sith _1609_ [418] xxi 7 that] the _1596_, _1609_ [419] drawing] dawning _1596_, _1609_ [420] xxii 4 heaunnly _1596_ [421] xxvii 7 of] and _1596_, _1609_ [422] xxviii 1 since] sith _1609_ [423] 7 her] his _1596_, _1609_ [424] xxxi 7 strayd] stayd _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [425] xxxii 5 t’] to _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._ [426] xxxiv 2 vaine] faine _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [427] 9 who] wo _1590_, _1596_: _corr. F. E._ [428] xxxvii 6 the] a _1609_ [429] xxxviii 3 frankencense _1596_, _1609_ [430] xl 9 His] Her _1596_, _1609_ [431] xli 3 ne] nor _1609_ [Illustration] THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QVEENE. Contayning, THE LEGEND OF SIR GVYON, OR _Of Temperaunce_. Right well I wote most mighty Soueraine, i That all this famous antique history, Of some th’aboundance of an idle braine Will 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.