So fashioned a Porch with rare deuice, liv Archt ouer head with an embracing vine, Whose bounches hanging downe, seemed to entice All passers by, to tast their lushious wine, And did themselues into their hands incline, As freely offering to be gathered: Some deepe empurpled as the _Hyacint_, Some as the Rubine, laughing sweetly red, Some like faire Emeraudes, not yet well ripened. And them amongst, some were of burnisht gold, lv So made by art, to beautifie the rest, Which did themselues emongst the leaues enfold, As lurking from the vew of couetous guest, That the weake bowes, with so rich load opprest, Did bow adowne, as ouer-burdened. Vnder that Porch a comely dame did rest, Clad in faire weedes, but fowle disordered, And garments loose, that seemd vnmeet for womanhed. In her left hand a Cup of gold she held, lvi And with her right the riper fruit did reach, Whose sappy liquor, that with fulnesse sweld, Into her cup she scruzd, with daintie breach Of her fine fingers, without fowle empeach, That so faire wine-presse made the wine more sweet: Thereof she vsd to giue to drinke to each, Whom passing by she happened to meet: It was her guise, all Straungers goodly so to greet. So she to _Guyon_ offred it to tast; lvii Who taking it out of her tender hond, The cup to ground did violently cast, That all in peeces it was broken fond, And with the liquor stained all the lond: Whereat _Excesse_ exceedingly was wroth, Yet no’te the same amend, ne yet withstand, But suffered him to passe, all were she loth; Who nought[852] regarding her displeasure forward goth. There the most daintie Paradise on ground, lviii It selfe doth offer to his sober eye, In which all pleasures plenteously abound, And none does others happinesse enuye: The painted flowres, the trees vpshooting hye, The dales for shade, the hilles for breathing space, The trembling groues, the Christall running by; And that, which all faire workes doth most aggrace, The art, which all that wrought, appeared in no place. One would haue thought, (so cunningly, the rude, lix And scorned parts were mingled with the fine,) That nature had for wantonesse ensude Art, and that Art at nature did repine; So striuing each th’other to vndermine, Each did the others worke more beautifie; So diff’ring both in willes, agreed in fine: So all agreed through sweete diuersitie, This Gardin to adorne with all varietie.