Firebrand of hell first tynd in Phlegeton, i By thousand furies, and from thence out throwen Into this world, to worke confusion, And set it all on fire by force vnknowen, Is wicked discord, whose small sparkes once blowen None but a God or godlike man can slake; Such as was _Orpheus_, that when strife was growen Amongst those famous ympes of Greece, did take His siluer Harpe in hand, and shortly friends them make. Or such as that celestiall Psalmist was, ii That when the wicked feend his Lord tormented, With heauenly notes, that did all other pas, The outrage of his furious fit relented. Such Musicke is wise words with time concented, To moderate stiffe minds, disposd to striue: Such as that prudent Romane well inuented, What time his people into partes did riue, Them reconcyld againe, and to their homes did driue. Such vs’d wise _Glauce_ to that wrathfull knight, iii To calme the tempest of his troubled thought: Yet _Blandamour_ with termes of foule despight, And _Paridell_ her scornd, and set at nought, As[22] old and crooked and not good for ought. Both they vnwise, and warelesse of the euill, That by themselues vnto themselues is wrought, Through that false witch, and that foule aged dreuill, The one a feend, the other an incarnate deuill. With whom as they thus rode accompanide, iv They were encountred of a lustie Knight, That had a goodly Ladie by his side, To whom he made great dalliance and delight. It was to weete the bold Sir _Ferraugh_ hight, He that from _Braggadocchio_ whilome reft The snowy _Florimell_, whose beautie bright Made him seeme happie for so glorious theft; Yet was it in due triall but a wandring weft. Which when as _Blandamour_, whose fancie light v Was alwaies flitting as the wauering wind, After each beautie, that appeard in sight, Beheld, eftsoones it prickt his wanton mind With sting of lust, that reasons eye did blind, That to Sir _Paridell_ these words he sent; Sir knight why ride ye dumpish thus behind, Since so good fortune doth to you present So fayre a spoyle, to make you ioyous meriment? But _Paridell_ that had too late a tryall vi Of the bad issue of his counsell vaine, List not to hearke, but made this faire denyall; Last turne was mine, well proued to my paine, This now be yours, God send you better gaine. Whose scoffed words he taking halfe in scorne, Fiercely forth prickt his steed as in disdaine, Against that Knight, ere he him well could torne:[23] By meanes whereof he hath him lightly ouerborne.