English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
Well worthy impe, said then the Lady gent,
2 And Pupill fit for such a Tutours hand.
But what aduenture, or what high intent
4 Hath brought you hither into Faery land,
Aread Prince _Arthur_, crowne of Martiall band?
6 Full hard it is (quoth he) to read aright
The course of heauenly cause, or vnderstand
8 The secret meaning of th'eternall might,
That rules mens wayes, and rules the thoughts of liuing wight.
1 "Well worthy imp," said then the lady gent,
imp > child, scion
gent > noble, high-born; graceful, elegant
2 "And pupil fit for such a tutor's hand!
3 But what adventure, or what high intent,
adventure > chance occurrence, fortune
intent > purpose; desire
4 Has brought you hither into Faery Land,
5 Aread, Prince Arthur, crown of martial band?"
Aread > Make known
6 "Full hard it is," quoth he, "to read aright
Full > Very, exceedingly
read > discern; expound
7 The course of heavenly cause, or understand
cause > [divine] intention
8 The secret meaning of the eternal might
9 That rules men's ways, and rules the thoughts of living wight.
wight > mortal, being, person
109.7
For whither he though fatall deepe foresight
2 Me hither sent, for cause to me vnghest,
Or that fresh bleeding wound, which day and night
4 Whilome doth rancle in my riuen brest,
With forced fury following his behest,
6 Me hither brought by wayes yet neuer found,
You to haue helpt I hold my selfe yet blest.
8 Ah curteous knight (quoth she) what secret wound
Could euer find, to grieue the gentlest hart on ground?
1 "For whether He, though fatal deep foresight,
fatal > preordained
2 Me hither sent, for cause to me unguessed,
3 Or that fresh bleeding wound (which day and night
Or > [Or whether]
4 Whilom does rankle in my riven breast),
Whilom > Continually; from the past until the present time
5 With forced fury, following his behest,
his > its (if referring to the wound); _or:_ His (God's)
6 Me hither brought by ways yet never found,
7 You to have helped I hold myself yet blessed."
8 "Ah, courteous knight," quoth she, "what secret wound
9 Could ever find to grieve the gentlest heart on ground?"
find > contrive, devise
gentlest > noblest; most gentle
on ground > on Earth, in the world
109.8
Dear Dame (quoth he) you sleeping sparkes awake,
2 Which troubled once, into huge flames will grow,
Ne euer will their feruent fury slake,
4 Till liuing moysture into smoke do flow,
And wasted life do lye in ashes low.
6 Yet sithens silence lesseneth not my fire,
But told it flames, and hidden it does glow,
8 I will reuele, what ye so much desire:
Ah Loue, lay downe thy bow, the whiles I may respire.
1 "Dear dame," quoth he, "you sleeping sparks awake,
2 Which, troubled once, into huge flames will grow;
3 Nor ever will their fervent fury slake,
slake > abate
4 Till living moisture into smoke do flow,
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