Who now does follow the foule _Blatant Beast_, i Whilest _Calidore_ does follow that faire Mayd, Vnmyndfull of his vow and high beheast, Which by the Faery Queene was on him layd, That he should neuer leaue, nor be delayd From chacing him, till he had it attchieued? But now entrapt of loue, which him betrayd, He mindeth more, how he may be relieued With grace from her, whose loue his heart hath sore engrieued. That from henceforth he meanes no more to sew ii His former quest, so full of toile and paine; Another quest, another game in vew He hath, the guerdon of his loue to gaine: With whom he myndes for euer to remaine, And set his rest amongst the rusticke sort, Rather then hunt still after shadowes vaine Of courtly fauour, fed with light report[556] Of euery blaste, and sayling alwaies in[557] the port. Ne certes mote he greatly blamed be, iii From so high step to stoupe vnto so low. For who had tasted once (as oft did he) The happy peace, which there doth ouerflow, And prou’d the perfect pleasures, which doe grow Amongst poore hyndes, in hils, in woods, in dales, Would neuer more delight in painted show Of such false blisse, as there is set for stales, T’entrap vnwary fooles in their eternall bales. For what hath all that goodly glorious gaze iv Like to one sight, which _Calidore_ did vew? The glaunce whereof their dimmed eies would daze, That neuer more they should endure the shew Of that sunne-shine, that makes them looke askew. Ne ought in all that world of beauties rare, (Saue onely _Glorianaes_ heauenly hew To which what can compare?) can it compare; The which as commeth now, by course I will declare. One day as he did raunge the fields abroad, v Whilest his faire _Pastorella_ was elsewhere, He chaunst to come, far from all peoples troad, Vnto a place, whose pleasaunce did appere To passe all others, on the earth which were: For all that euer was by natures skill Deuized to worke delight, was gathered there, And there by her were poured forth at fill, As if this to adorne, she all the rest did pill. It was an hill plaste in an open plaine, vi That round about was bordered with a wood Of matchlesse hight, that seem’d th’earth to disdaine, In which all trees of honour stately stood, And did all winter as in sommer bud, Spredding pauilions for the birds to bowre, Which in their lower braunches sung aloud; And in their tops the soring hauke did towre, Sitting like King of fowles in maiesty and powre.