The dreadfull Fish, that hath deseru’d the name xxiv Of Death, and like him lookes in dreadfull hew, The griesly Wasserman, that makes his game The flying ships with swiftnesse to pursew, The horrible Sea-satyre, that doth shew His fearefull face in time of greatest storme, Huge _Ziffius_, whom Mariners eschew No lesse, then rockes, (as trauellers informe,) And greedy _Rosmarines_ with visages deforme. All these, and thousand thousands many more, xxv And more deformed Monsters thousand fold, With dreadfull noise, and hollow rombling rore, Came rushing in the fomy waues enrold, Which seem’d to fly for feare, them to behold: Ne wonder, if these did the knight appall; For all that here on earth we dreadfull hold, Be but as bugs to fearen babes withall, Compared to the creatures in the seas entrall. Feare nought, (then said the Palmer well auiz’d;) xxvi For these same Monsters are not these in deed, But are into these fearefull shapes disguiz’d By that same wicked witch, to worke vs dreed, And draw from on this iourney to proceede. Tho lifting vp his vertuous staffe on hye, He smote the sea, which calmed was with speed, And all that dreadfull Armie fast gan flye Into great _Tethys_ bosome, where they hidden lye. Quit from that daunger, forth their course they kept, xxvii And as they went, they heard a ruefull cry Of one, that wayld and pittifully[837] wept, That through the sea the resounding[838] plaints did fly: At last they in an Island did espy A seemely Maiden, sitting by the shore, That with great sorrow and sad agony, Seemed some great misfortune to deplore, And lowd to them for succour called euermore. Which _Guyon_ hearing, streight his Palmer bad, xxviii To stere the boate towards that dolefull Mayd, That he might know, and ease her sorrow sad: Who him auizing better, to him sayd; Faire Sir, be not displeasd, if disobayd: For ill it were to hearken to her cry; For she is inly nothing ill apayd, But onely womanish fine forgery, Your stubborne hart t’affect with fraile infirmity. To which when she your courage hath inclind xxix Through foolish pitty, then her guilefull bayt She will embosome deeper in your mind, And for your ruine at the last awayt. The knight was ruled, and the Boateman strayt Held on his course with stayed stedfastnesse, Ne euer shruncke, ne euer sought to bayt His tyred armes for toylesome wearinesse, But with his oares did sweepe the watry wildernesse.