English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
Come, come away, fraile, feeble[323], fleshly wight, liii
Ne let vaine words bewitch thy manly hart,
Ne diuelish thoughts dismay thy constant spright.
In heauenly mercies hast thou not a part?
Why shouldst thou then despeire, that chosen art?
Where iustice growes, there grows eke greater grace,
The which doth quench the brond of hellish smart,
And that accurst hand-writing doth deface.[324]
Arise, Sir knight arise, and leaue this cursed place.
So vp he rose, and thence amounted streight. liv
Which when the carle beheld, and saw his guest
Would safe depart, for all his subtill sleight,
He chose an halter from among the rest,
And with it hung himselfe, vnbid vnblest.
But death he could not worke himselfe thereby;
For thousand times he so himselfe had drest,
Yet nathelesse it could not doe him die,
Till he should die his last, that is eternally.
FOOTNOTES:
[295] Arg. 1 _tells_ _1596_
[296] 2 _bands_] _hands_ _1590_: _corr. F. E._
[297] i 7 deuize, _1590_, _1596_
[298] ii 1 powres _1590_, _1596_
[299] viii 9 the] that _1590_: _corr. F. E._
[300] ix 3 the] that _1590_
[301] 5 _Timons_] _Cleons_ _1590_: _corr. F. E._
[302] xi 4 vnwares _1596_
[303] xii 9 on] at _1590_, _1596_: _corr. F. E. & 1609_
[304] xv 8 vowd _1590_
[305] xviii 9 as] the _1596_, _1609_
[306] xix 7 his] this 1590: _corr. F. E._
[307] 9 hable _1590_
[308] xxiv 4 espide _1609_
[309] xxvi 5 nye? _1590 &c._
[310] xxix 3 launced _1609_
[311] 4 repriefe, _1590 &c._
[312] xxxi 5 mealt’h _1590 &c. But cf._ Bk. II, Cant. II iv 5
[313] xxxiii 3 yplight _1590_
[314] xxxiv 5 scattred _1590_
[315] 6 clifts _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._
[316] xxxv 9 Were] Where _1596_
[317] xxxvii 9 sight. _1590 &c._
[318] xxxix 1 trauailes _1590_
[319] xli 2 is _om. 1590_: _corr. F. E._
[320] xlvi 7 falsest _1590_
[321] lii 1 saw] heard _1590_
[322] 3 relieu’d _1609_
[323] liii 1 feeble] seely _1596_: silly _1609_. _But cf._ Cant. VII vi
5, xi 8
[324] 8 deface, _1596_: deface: _1609_
_Cant. X._
[Illustration:
_Her faithfull knight faire Vna brings
to house of Holinesse,
Where he is taught repentance, and
the way to heauenly blesse._
]
What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might, i
And vaine assurance of mortality,
Which all so soone, as it doth come to fight,
Against spirituall foes, yeelds by and by,
Or from the field most cowardly doth fly?
Ne let the man ascribe it to his skill,
That thorough grace hath gained victory.
If any strength we haue, it is to ill,
But all the good is Gods, both power and eke will.
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