. The faerie queene, with an exact collation of the two original editions, published by himself at London in quarto; the former containing the first three books printed in 1590, and the latter the six books in 1596 . th hath both fuppreft,Religious reverence doth buriall teene,Which who fo wants, Avants fo much of his reft:For all fo great fhame after death I weene, As felfe todyen bad, unburied bad to beene. LX So both agree their bodies to engrave; The great earthes wombe they open to the Iky,And with fad CyprelTe feemely it covering with a clod their clofed eye,They lay therein
. The faerie queene, with an exact collation of the two original editions, published by himself at London in quarto; the former containing the first three books printed in 1590, and the latter the six books in 1596 . th hath both fuppreft,Religious reverence doth buriall teene,Which who fo wants, Avants fo much of his reft:For all fo great fhame after death I weene, As felfe todyen bad, unburied bad to beene. LX So both agree their bodies to engrave; The great earthes wombe they open to the Iky,And with fad CyprelTe feemely it covering with a clod their clofed eye,They lay therein thofe corfes tenderly,And bid them fleepe in everlafting ere they did their utmoft obfequy,Sir Quyon^ more affe6^ion to increace, Bynempt a facred vow, which none fhould ay releace. LXI The dead knights fword out of his fheath he drew, With which he cut a locke of all their heare,Which medling with their bloud and earth, he threwInto the grave, and gan devoutly fwearejSuch and iuch evil God on Quyo?j reare;And worle and worle, young Orphane, be thy paine,If I or thou dew vengeance doe forbeare,• Till guiltie blood her guerdon doe obtaine:So fhedding many teares, they clold the earth againe. Canto ir. the Faerie ^eene, 241 C A N r O II. Babe s bloody hands may not be clenfd\ The face of golde?i Meane jHer filers two extremities Strive her to banifi cleane, I, THUS when Sir Guyon, with his faithful! with dew rites and dolorous lamentThe end of their fad Tragedie litle babe up in his armes he hent;Who with fweet plealance and bold blandilhmentGan fmyle on them, that rather ought to weepe,As carelelTe of his woe, or innocentOf that was doen, that ruth emperced deepeIn that knights hart, and wordes with bitter teares did fteepe, ! luckleiTe babe, borne under cruell ftarre,And in dead parents balefull afhes bred,Full litle weeneft thou, what forrowes areLeft thee for portion of thy livelihed 5Poore Orphane in the wide world Scattered,As
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