. 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 . ourfer flrong,And Attn aie him pricks with fpurs of fhame and wrong. CANTO Q02 ^hefeconde Booh of Canto VI. CANTO. VI. Guyon is of immodejl Merth Led into looje defire^Fights with Cymochles, whiles his brO ther burnes in furious jire, I. A Harder Xo-^ovi to learne continenceIn joyous pleafures, then in grievous paine :For fvveetneile doth allure the weaker fenceSo ftrongly, that u
. 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 . ourfer flrong,And Attn aie him pricks with fpurs of fhame and wrong. CANTO Q02 ^hefeconde Booh of Canto VI. CANTO. VI. Guyon is of immodejl Merth Led into looje defire^Fights with Cymochles, whiles his brO ther burnes in furious jire, I. A Harder Xo-^ovi to learne continenceIn joyous pleafures, then in grievous paine :For fvveetneile doth allure the weaker fenceSo ftrongly, that uneathes it can refraine. From that, which feeble nature covets faine;But giiefe and wrath, that be her enemies,And foes of life, flie better can reftraine;Yet vertue vauntes in both her vidories,And Guym in them all fhewes goodly mailtcries, bold Cymochles travelling to finde, With cruell purpofe bent to wreake on himThe wrath, which ^tiji kindled in his mind,Came to a river, by whofe utmoft brimWayting to pafle, he faw whereas did fwimAlong the fhore, as fwift as glaunce of eye,A litle gondelay, bedecked trimWith boughes and arbours woven cunningly,That like a litle forreft feemed outwardly. III. And. .J .S. s ^ ^ 4 Canto VI. the Faerie ^iueene, 303 III. And therein fate a ladie frefh and faire, Making fweet folace to her lelfe alone j Sometimes fhe fung, as loud as larke in aire, Sometimes Ihe laught, that nigh her breth was gone, Yet was. there not with her clie any one^ That to her might move caufe of meriment : Matter of merth enough^ though there were none, She could devife, and thoufand waies invent,To feede her foolifh humour^ and vaine jolliment. when farre off Cymochles heard, and law, He loudly cald to fuch, as were abord, ;5 The little bark unto the fhore to draw, And him to ferrie over that deepe ford: The merry marriner unto his word Soone hearkned, and her painted bote ftreightway Turnd to the Ihore, where that lame warlike lord She in recei
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