Her snowy brest was bare to readie spoyle lxxviii Of hungry eies, which n’ote therewith be fild, And yet through languour of her late sweet toyle, Few drops, more cleare then Nectar, forth distild, That like pure Orient perles adowne it trild, And her faire eyes sweet smyling in delight, Moystened their fierie beames, with which she thrild Fraile harts, yet quenched not; like starry light Which sparckling on the silent waues, does seeme more bright. The young man sleeping by her, seemd to bee lxxix Some goodly swayne of honorable place, That certes it great pittie was to see Him his nobilitie so foule deface; A sweet regard, and amiable grace, Mixed with manly sternnesse did appeare Yet sleeping, in his well proportiond face, And on his tender lips the downy heare Did now but freshly spring, and silken blossomes beare. His warlike armes, the idle instruments lxxx Of sleeping praise, were hong vpon a tree, And his braue shield, full of old moniments, Was fowly ra’st, that none the signes might see; Ne for them, ne for honour cared hee, Ne ought, that did to his aduauncement tend, But in lewd loues, and wastfull luxuree, His dayes, his goods, his bodie he did spend: O horrible enchantment, that him so did blend. The noble Elfe, and carefull Palmer drew lxxxi So nigh them, minding nought, but lustfull game, That suddein forth they on them rusht, and threw A subtile net, which onely for the[856] same The skilfull Palmer formally did frame. So held them vnder fast, the whiles the rest Fled all away for feare of fowler shame. The faire Enchauntresse, so vnwares opprest, Tryde all her arts, and all her sleights, thence out to wrest. And eke her louer stroue: but all in vaine; lxxxii For that same net so cunningly was wound, That neither guile, nor force might it distraine. They tooke them both, and both them strongly bound In captiue bandes, which there they readie found: But her in chaines of adamant he tyde; For nothing else might keepe her safe and sound; But _Verdant_ (so he hight) he soone vntyde, And counsell sage in steed thereof to him applyde. But all those pleasant bowres and Pallace braue, lxxxiii _Guyon_ broke downe, with rigour pittilesse; Ne ought their goodly workmanship might saue Them from the tempest of his wrathfulnesse, But that their blisse he turn’d to balefulnesse: Their groues he feld, their gardins did deface, Their arbers spoyle[857], their Cabinets suppresse, Their banket houses burne, their buildings race, And of the fairest late, now made the fowlest place.