The God, though loth, yet was constraind t’obay, lxvi For lenger time, then that, no liuing wight Below the earth, might suffred be to stay: So backe againe, him brought to liuing light. But all so soone as his enfeebled spright Gan sucke this vitall aire into his brest, As ouercome with too exceeding might, The life did flit away out of her nest, And all his senses were with deadly fit opprest. FOOTNOTES: [651] Arg. 1 _Mamon_ _1590_, _1596_ [652] i 9 fly. _1590_, _1596_ [653] iii 9 spetting _1609_ [654] iv 4 yet] it _1596_, _1609_ [655] 8 vpside downe _1590_ [656] 9 And] A _1596_ [657] v 4 _Melcibers_ _1590_ [658] vii 3 heapes] hils _1590_ [659] x 1 besits] befits _1609_ [660] xii 7 Strife; _1596_ [661] 9 as] in _1590_ [662] xviii 2 that _om. 1596_ [663] xix 5 bloodguiltnesse _1590_: bloud guiltnesse _1596_ [664] xxi 5 infernall] internall _1590_ [665] xxiii 1 horror _1590_: horrour _1596_ [666] xxiv 7 ought] nought _1590_ [667] xxv 9 betwixt _1609_ [668] xxxi 1 spake _1609_ [669] 3 his] it _1609_ [670] xxxii 6 _Hammon_ _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [671] xxxiii 9 slaue _1609_ [672] xxxvi 4 yron] dying _1590_ [673] xxxvii 1 as] an _1590_ [674] 5 cam _1590_ [675] xxxix 8 mesprise] mespise _1596_, _1609_ [676] xl 5 if _om. 1596_ [677] that] the _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._ [678] would _1596_ [679] 7 But] And _1590_ [680] golden] yron _1590_ [681] xli 3 his] to _1596_, _1609_ [682] 5 terrestiall _1609_ [683] xlviii 6 my deare my, _1596_ [684] 7 alone, _1590 &c._ [685] l 1 _Mammon_ _1590_, _1596_ [686] lii 6 Which with _1590_, _1596_: Which-with _1609_ [687] liii 1 _Gordin_ _1596_ [688] liv 8 th’] the _1590_, _1596_: _corr. F. E._ [689] lvi 1 Elfe, _1590_, _1596_ [690] lvii 8 creature, _1590_, _1596_ [691] lx 4 intemperate] more temperate _1590_ [692] lxiv 9 the pray] his pray _1590_ _Cant. VIII._ [Illustration: _Sir Guyon laid in swowne is by Acrates sonnes despoyld, Whom Arthur soone hath reskewed And Paynim brethren foyld._ ] And is there care in heauen? and is there loue i In heauenly spirits to these creatures bace, That may compassion of their euils moue? There is: else much more wretched were the cace Of men, then beasts. But O th’exceeding grace Of highest God, that loues his creatures so, And all his workes with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels, he sends to and fro, To serue to wicked man, to serue his wicked foe.