THE SIXTE
BOOKE OF THE
FAERIE QVEENEQUEENE.
Contayning
THE LEGEND OF S.CALIDORE
OR
OF COVRTESIECOURTESIE.
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THeThe waies, through which my weary steps I guyde,
In this delightfull land of Faery,
Are so exceeding spacious and wyde,
And sprinckled with such sweet variety,
Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye,
That I nigh rauishtravisht with rare thoughts delight,
My tedious trauelltravell doe forget thereby;
And when I gin to feele decay of might,
IttI strength to me supplies, &and chears my dulled spright.
[2]
Such secret comfort, and such heauenlyheavenly pleasures,
Ye sacred imps, that on Parnasso dwell,
And there the keeping hauehave of learnings threasures,
Which doe all worldly riches farre excell,
Into the mindes of mortall men doe well,
And goodly fury into them infuse;
Guyde ye my footing, and conduct me well
In these strange waies, where neuernever foote did vseuse,
Ne none can find, but who was taught them by the Muse.
[3]
ReueleRevele to me the sacred noursery
Of vertue, which with you doth there remaine,
Where it in siluersilver bowre does hidden ly
From view of men, and wicked worlds disdaine.
Since it at first was by the Gods with paine
Planted in earth, being deriu’dderiv’d at furst
From heauenlyheavenly seedes of bounty soueraine,
And by them long with carefull labour nurst,
Till it to ripenesse grew, and forth to honour burst.
[4]
Amongst them all growes not a fayrer flowre,
Then is the bloosme of comely courtesie,
Which though it on a lowly stalke doe bowre,
Yet brancheth forth in brauebrave nobilitie,
And spreds it selfe through all ciuilitiecivilitie:
Of which though present age doe plenteous seeme,
Yet being matcht with plaine Antiquitie,
Ye will them all but fayned showes esteeme,
Which carry colours faire, that feeble eies misdeeme.
[5]
But in the triall of true curtesie,
Its now so farre from that, which then it was,
That it indeed is nought but forgerie,
Fashion’d to please the eies of them, that pas,
Which see not perfet things but in a glas:
Yet is that glasse so gay, that it can blynd
The wisest sight, to thinke gold that is bras.
But vertues seat is deepe within the mynd,
And not in outward shows, but inward thoughts defynd.
[6]
But where shall I in all Antiquity
So faire a patterne finde, where may be seene
The goodly praise of Princely curtesie,
As in your selfe, O souerainesoveraine Lady Queene,
In whose pure minde, as in a mirrour sheene
It showes, and with her brightnesse doth inflame
The eyes of all, which thereon fixed beene;
But meriteth indeede an higher name:
Yet so from low to high vplifteduplifted is your name.
[7]
Then pardon me, most dreaded SoueraineSoveraine
That from your selfe I doe this vertue bring,
And to your selfe doe it returne againe:
So from the Ocean all riuersrivers spring,
And tribute backe repay as to their King.
Right so from you all goodly vertues well
Into the rest, which round about you ring,
Faire Lords and Ladies, which about you dwell,
And doe adorne your Court, where courtesies excell.
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