The first Booke of the Faerie Queene. Contayning The Legend of the Knight of the Red Crosse, OR Of Holinesse. [1] LO Lo I the man, whose Muse whylome did maske, As time her taught, in lowly Shephards weeds, Am now enforst a farre vnfitter unfitter taske, For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds: And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds, Whose praises hauing having slept in silence long, Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds To blazon broade emongst her learned throng: Fierce warres and faithfull loues loves shall moralize my song. [2] Helpe then, O holy virgin chiefe of nyne, Thy weaker Nouice Novice to performe thy will, Lay forth out of thine euerlasting everlasting scryne The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still, 2 The first Booke of Cant. I. CANT. Of Faerie knights and fayrest Tanaquill, Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill, That I must rue his vndeserued undeserved wrong: O helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong. [3] And thou most dreaded impe of highest Ioue Jove , Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart At that good knight so cunningly didst roue rove , That glorious fire it kindled in his hart, Lay now thy deadly Heben bowe apart, And with thy mother mylde come to mine ayde: Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart, In loues loves and gentle iollities jollities arraid, After his murdrous spoyles and bloudie rage allayd. [4] And with them eke, O Goddesse heauenly heavenly bright, Mirrour of grace and Maiestie Majestie diuine divine , Great Ladie of the greatest Isle, whose light Like Phœbus lampe throughout the world doth shine, Shed thy faire beames into my mine feeble eyne, And raise my thoughtes too humble and too vile, To thinke of that true glorious type of thine, The argument of mine afflicted stile: The which to heare, vouchsafe, O dearest dread a while.