Contayning
The legend of the
Knight of the Red Crosse
or
Of Holinesse
1.
Lo I man, whose Muse whilome did maske
As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards weed,
Am now enfrost a far unfitter taske,
For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,
And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;
Whose prayses having slept in silence long,
Me, all to meane, the sacred Muse areeds
To blazon broad emongst her her learned throng:
Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
2.
Help then, O holy Virgin chiefe of mine ,
Thy weaker Novice to performe thy will,
Lay forth out of thine everlasting scryne
The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still,
Of Faerie knights and fairest Tenaquill,
Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long
Sought through the world, and suffered so much hill,
That I must rue his undeserved wrong:
O helpe thou my weake wit, sharpen my dull tong.
3.
And thou most dreaded impe of highest Jove
Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart
At the good knight so cunningly didst rove,
That glorious fire if kindled in his hart,
Lay now thy deadly Heben bow apart,
And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde:
Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart
In loves and jollities arrayd,
After his murdrous spoile and bloudy rage allayd.
4.
And with them eke, O Goddesse heavenly bright,
Mirror of grace and Majestie divine,
Great Lady of the greatest Isle, whose light
Like Phoebus lampe throughout the world dothe shine ,
Shed thy faire beames into feeble eyne,
And raise my thought to humble and to vile,
To thinke of that true glorious type is thine,
The argument of mine afflicted stile:
The which to heare, vouchsafe, o dearest dred a-while.
The legend of the
Knight of the Red Crosse
or
Of Holinesse
1.
Lo I man, whose Muse whilome did maske
As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards weed,
Am now enfrost a far unfitter taske,
For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,
And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;
Whose prayses having slept in silence long,
Me, all to meane, the sacred Muse areeds
To blazon broad emongst her her learned throng:
Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
2.
Help then, O holy Virgin chiefe of mine ,
Thy weaker Novice to performe thy will,
Lay forth out of thine everlasting scryne
The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still,
Of Faerie knights and fairest Tenaquill,
Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long
Sought through the world, and suffered so much hill,
That I must rue his undeserved wrong:
O helpe thou my weake wit, sharpen my dull tong.
3.
And thou most dreaded impe of highest Jove
Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart
At the good knight so cunningly didst rove,
That glorious fire if kindled in his hart,
Lay now thy deadly Heben bow apart,
And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde:
Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart
In loves and jollities arrayd,
After his murdrous spoile and bloudy rage allayd.
4.
And with them eke, O Goddesse heavenly bright,
Mirror of grace and Majestie divine,
Great Lady of the greatest Isle, whose light
Like Phoebus lampe throughout the world dothe shine ,
Shed thy faire beames into feeble eyne,
And raise my thought to humble and to vile,
To thinke of that true glorious type is thine,
The argument of mine afflicted stile:
The which to heare, vouchsafe, o dearest dred a-while.
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