[Illustration: _Pyrochles does with Guyon fight, And Furors chayne vnbinds:[580] Of whom sore hurt, for his reuenge Atin Cymochles finds.[581]_ ] Who euer doth to temperaunce apply i His stedfast life, and all his actions frame, Trust me, shall find no greater enimy, Then stubborne perturbation, to the same; To which right well the wise do giue that name, For it the goodly peace of stayed mindes Does ouerthrow, and troublous warre proclame: His owne woes authour, who so bound it findes, As did _Pyrochles_, and it wilfully vnbindes. After that varlets flight, it was not long, ii Ere on the plaine fast pricking _Guyon_ spide One in bright armes embatteiled full strong, That as the Sunny beames do glaunce and glide Vpon the trembling waue, so shined bright, And round about him threw forth sparkling fire, That seemd him to enflame on euery side: His steed was bloudy red, and fomed ire, When with the maistring spur he did him roughly stire. Approching nigh, he neuer stayd to greete, iii Ne chaffar[582] words, prowd courage to prouoke, But prickt so fiers, that vnderneath his feete The smouldring dust did round about him smoke, Both horse and man nigh able for to choke; And fairly couching his steele-headed speare, Him first saluted with a sturdy stroke; It booted nought Sir _Guyon_ comming neare To thinke, such hideous puissaunce on foot to beare. But lightly shunned it, and passing by, iv With his bright blade did smite at him so fell, That the sharpe steele arriuing forcibly On his broad shield, bit not, but glauncing fell On his horse necke before the quilted sell,[583] And from the head the body sundred quight. So him dismounted low, he did compell On foot with him to matchen equall fight; The truncked beast fast bleeding, did him fowly dight. Sore bruzed with the fall, he slow vprose, v And all enraged, thus him loudly shent; Disleall knight, whose coward courage chose To wreake it selfe on beast all innocent, And shund the marke, at which it should be ment, Thereby thine armes seeme strong, but manhood fraile; So hast thou oft with guile thine honour blent; But litle may such guile thee now auaile, If wonted force and fortune do not much me faile[584].