"Is not he just that all this doth behold
From highest heaven, and bears an equal eye?
Shall be thy sins up in his knowledge fold,
And guilty be of thine impiety?

Is not his law, Let every sinner die,

Die shali all flesh? what then must needs be done, Is it not better to die willingly,

Than linger till the glass be all outrun ?

Death is the end of woes: die soon, O fairy's son."

The knight was much enmoved with this speech, That as a sword's point through his heart did pierce; And in his conscience made a secret breach, Well knowing true all that he did rehearse, And to his fresh remembrance did reverse The ugly view of his deformed crimes; That all his manly powers it did disperse, As he were charmed with enchanted rhymes, That oftentimes he quaked, and fainted oftentimes.

In which amazement when the miscreant Perceived him to waver weak and frail, (Whiles trembling horror did his conscience daunt, And hellish anguish did his soul assail,) To drive him to despair, and quite to quail, He showed him painted in a table plain, The damned ghosts that do in torments wail, And thousand fiends, that do them endless pain, With fire and brimstone, which for ever shall remain.

The sight thereof so thoroughly him dismayed,
That nought but death before his eyes he saw,
And ever-burning wrath before him laid,
By righteous sentence of the Almighty's law.
Then gan the villain him to over-craw,

And brought unto him swords, ropes, poison, fire,
And all that might him to perdition draw;

And bade him choose what death he would desire: For death was due to him, that had provoked God's ire.

But whenas none of them he saw him take,
He to him brought a dagger, sharp and keen,
And gave it him in hand: his hand did quake,
And tremble like a leaf of aspen green,

And troubled blood through his pale face was seen
To come and go with tidings from the heart,
As it a running messenger had been.

At last, resolved to work his final smart,
He lifted up his hand, that back again did start.

THE CAVE OF MAMMON.

That house's form within was rude and strong,
Like an huge cave hewn out of rocky clift,
From whose rough vault the ragged breaches hung,
Embossed with massy gold of glorious gift,

And with rich metal loaded every rift,
That heavy ruin they did seem to threat:
And over them Arachne high did lift

Her cunning web, and spread her subtle net, Enwrapped in foul smoke, and clouds more black than jet.

Both roof, and floor, and walls were all of gold,
But overgrown with dust and old decay,

And hid in darkness, that none could behold
The hue thereof: for view of cheerful day
Did never in that house itself display,
But a faint shadow of uncertain light;
Such as a lamp whose life doth fade away;
Or as the moon, clothed with cloudy night,

Does show to him that walks in fear and sad affright

And over all sad Horror, with grim hue,
Did always soar, beating his iron wings;
And after him owls and night-ravens flew,
The hateful messengers of heavy things,
Of death and dolour telling sad tidings;
Whiles sad Celleno, sitting on a clift,
A song of bale and bitter sorrow sings,
That heart of flint asunder could have rift,
Which having ended, after him she flieth swift.

DESCRIPTION OF PRINCE ARTHUR.

At last she chanced by good hap to meet
A goodly knight, fair marching by the way,
Together with his squire, arrayed meet:
His glittering armour shined far away,
Like glancing light of Phoebus' brightest ray;
From top to toe no place appeared bare,
That deadly dint of steel endanger may ;

Athwart his breast a baldrich brave he ware, [rare: That shined like twinkling stars, with stones most precious

And in the midst thereof one precious stone, Of wondrous worth, and eke of wondrous might, Shaped like a ladies head, exceeding shone, Like Hesperus, amongst the lesser lights, And strove for to amaze the weaker sights; Thereby his mortal blade full comely hung In ivory sheath, ycarved with curious slights; Whose hilts were burnished gold, and handle strong, Of mother-pearl, and buckled with a golden tongue.

His haughty helmet, horrid all with gold,
Both glorious brightness and great terror bred;
For all the crest a dragon did enfold
With greedy paws, and over all did spread
His golden wings: his dreadful, hideous head,
Close couched on the beaver, seemed to throw
From flaming mouth bright sparkles, fiery red,
That sudden horror to faint hearts did show;
And scaly tail was stretched down his back full low.

Upon the top of all his lofty crest,

A bunch of hairs, discoloured diversely,
With sprinkled pearl and gold full richly drest,
Did shake, and seemed to dance for jollity;
Like to an almond tree, ymounted high
On top of green Selinis, all alone,
With blossoms brave bedecked daintily;
Whose tender locks do tremble, every one,
At every little breath that under heaven is blown.

His warlike shield all closely covered was, Ne might of mortal eye be ever seen; Not made of steel, nor of enduring brass, (Such earthly metals soon consumed beene,) But all of diamond, perfect, pure, and clean It framed was, one massy, entire mould, Hewn out of adamant rocks with engine keen, That point of spear it never piercen could, No dint of direful sword divide the substance would.

The same to wight he never would disclose,
But whenas monsters huge he would dismay,
Or daunt unequal armies of his foes,
'Or when the flying heavens he would affray :
For so exceeding shone its glistening ray,
That Phoebus' golden face it did attaint,
As when a cloud his beams doth overlay;
And silver Cynthia waxed pale and faint,

As when her face is stained with magic arts constraint.