Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I eBook

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Till now, said then the knight, I weened well,
  That great Cleopolis,[*] where I have beene, 515
  In which that fairest Faerie Queene doth dwell,
  The fairest citie was that might be seene;
  And that bright towre all built of christall cleene,
  Panthea,[*] seemd the brightest thing that was: 
  But now by proofe all otherwise I weene; 520
  For this great Citie that does far surpas,
And this bright Angels towre quite dims that towre of glas.


Most trew, then said the holy aged man;
  Yet is Cleopolis, for earthly frame,[*]
  The fairest peece that eye beholden can; 525
  And well beseemes all knights of noble name,
  That covett in th’ immortall booke of fame
  To be eternized, that same to haunt,
  And doen their service to that soveraigne dame,
  That glorie does to them for guerdon graunt:  530
For she is heavenly borne, and heaven may justly vaunt.


And thou faire ymp, sprong out from English race,
  How ever now accompted Elfins sonne,
  Well worthy doest thy service for her grace,
  To aide a virgin desolate fordonne. 535
  But when thou famous victory hast wonne,
  And high emongst all knights hast hong thy shield,
  Thenceforth the suit of earthly conquest shonne,
  And wash thy hands from guilt of bloudy field: 
For blood can nought but sin, and wars but sorrowes yield. 540


Then seek this path, that I to thee presage,
  Which after all to heaven shall thee send;
  Then peaceably thy painefull pilgrimage
  To yonder same Hierusalem do bend,
  Where is for thee ordaind a blessed end:  545
  For thou emongst those Saints, whom thou doest see,
  Shall be a Saint, and thine owne nations frend
  And Patrone:  thou Saint George shalt called bee,
Saint George[*] of mery England, the signe of victoree.


Unworthy wretch (quoth he) of so great grace,[*] 550
  How dare I thinke such glory to attaine? 
  These that have it attaind, were in like cace,
  (Quoth he) as wretched, and liv’d in like paine. 
  But deeds of armes must I at last be faine
  And Ladies love to leave so dearely bought? 555
  What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
  (Said he,) and battailes none are to be fought? 
As for loose loves, they’re vain, and vanish into nought.


O let me not (quoth he) then turne againe
  Backe to the world, whose joyes so fruitlesse are; 560
  But let me here for aye in peace remaine,
  Or streight way on that last long voyage fare,
  That nothing may my present hope empare. 
  That may not be, (said he) ne maist thou yit
  Forgo that royall maides bequeathed care,[*] 565
  Who did her cause into thy hand commit,
Till from her cursed foe thou have her freely quit.

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