Right so himselfe did _Marinell_ vpreare, xxxv When he in place his dearest loue did spy; And though his limbs could not his bodie beare, Ne former strength returne so suddenly, Yet chearefull signes he shewed outwardly. Ne lesse was she in secret hart affected, But that she masked it with modestie, For feare she should of lightnesse be detected: Which to another place I leaue to be perfected. FOOTNOTES: [224] lii vpbinde. _1596_ [225] 7 but] both _conj. edd._ [226] iv 4 banquet _1609_ [227] 9 disaduentrous _1609_ [228] v 4 none. _1596_ [229] 5 bemone, _1596_ [230] x 4 shall] should _1609_ [231] xi 9 aboundance _1609_ [232] xiii 1, 2 Thus whilst his stony heart was toucht with tender ruth, And mighty courage something mollifide _1609_ [233] xvi 2 selfe, _1596_, _1609_ [234] xxvii 6 loue, _1596_ [235] 9 afresh _1609_ [236] xxix 8 presumptuously _1609_ [237] xxx 4 t’award _1609_ [Illustration] THE FIFTH BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QVEENE. _Contayning_, THE LEGEND OF ARTEGALL _OR_ OF IVSTICE. So oft as I with state of present time, i The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime,[238] And the first blossome of faire vertue bare, Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square, From the first point of his appointed sourse, And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse[239]. For from the golden age, that first was named, ii It’s now at earst[240] become a stonie one; And men themselues, the which at first were framed Of earthly mould, and form’d of flesh and bone, Are now transformed into hardest stone: Such as behind their backs (so backward bred) Were throwne by _Pyrrha_ and _Deucalione_: And if then those may any worse be red, They into that ere long will be degendered. Let none then blame me, if in discipline iii Of vertue and of ciuill vses lore, I doe not forme them to the common line Of present dayes, which are corrupted sore, But to the antique vse, which was of yore, When good was onely for it selfe desyred, And all men sought their owne, and none no more; When Iustice was not for most meed outhyred, But simple Truth did rayne, and was of all admyred.