And most unjust; that, by unrighteous 63 Infinite moe tormented in like paine He there beheld, too long here to be told: Ne Mammon would there let him long remayne, For terrour of the tortures manifold. Why takest not of that same fruite of gold? 64 All which he did to do him deadly fall In frayle intemperaunce through sinfull bayt; To which if he inclyned had at all, That dreadful feend, which did behinde him wayt, Would him have rent in thousand peeces strayt: But he was wary wise in all his way, And well perceived his deceipt full sleight, Ne suffred lust his safety to betray. So goodly did beguile the Guyler of his pray. 65 And now he has so long remained theare, That vital powres gan wexe both weake and wan For want of food and sleepe, which two upbeare, Like mightie pillours, this frayle life of man, That none without the same enduren can: For now three dayes of men were full outwrought, Since he this hardy enterprize began: Forthy great Mammon fayrely he besought Into the world to guyde him backe, as he him brought. 66 The God, though loth, yet was constraynd t' obay; For lenger time then that no living wight Below the earth might suffred be to stay: So backe againe him brought to living light, But all so soone as his enfeebled spright Gan sucke this vitall ayre into his brest, THE GOSPEL OF BEAUTY EDMUND SPENSER [From An Hymn in Honor of Beauty] What time this world's great Workmaster did cast To make all things such as we now behold, Thereof as every earthly thing partakes For, through infusion of celestial power, The duller earth it quickeneth with delight, And life-full spirits privily doth pour Through all the parts, that to the looker's sight They seem to please. That is thy sovereign might, O Cyprian queen! which, flowing from the beam Of thy bright star, thou into them dost stream. That is the thing which giveth pleasant grace To all things fair, that kindleth lively fire, Light of thy lamp; which, shining in the face, Thence to the soul darts amorous desire, And robs the hearts of those which it admire; Therewith thou pointest thy son's poisoned arrow, |