EDMUND SPENSER

348        [from The Faerie Queene Book 6]

        Unto this place when as the Elfin Knight

Approcht, him seemed that the merry sound

Of a shrill pipe he playing heard on hight,

And many feete fast thumping th’hollow ground,

5                     That through the woods their Eccho did rebound.

He nigher drew, to weete what mote it be;

There he a troupe of Ladies dauncing found

Full merrily, and making gladfull glee,

                And in the midst a Shepheard piping he did see.

10           He durst not enter into th’open greene,

For dread of them unwares to be descryde,

For breaking of their daunce, if he were seene;

But in the covert of the wood did byde,

Beholding all, yet of them unespyde.

15                   There he did see, that pleased much his sight,

That even he him selfe his eyes envyde,

An hundred naked maidens lilly white,

                All raunged in a ring, and dauncing in delight.

        All they without were raunged in a ring,

20                  And daunced round; but in the midst of them

Three other Ladies did both daunce and sing,

The whilest the rest them round about did hemme,

And like a girlond did in compasse stemme:

And in the middest of those same three, was placed

25                  Another Damzell, as a precious gemme,

Amidst a ring most richly well enchaced,

                That with her goodly presence all the rest much graced.

         Looke how the Crowne, which Ariadne wore

Upon her yvory forehead that same day,

30                  That Theseus her unto his bridale bore,

When the bold Centaures made that bloudy fray

With the fierce Lapithes, which did them dismay;

Being now placed in the firmament,

Through the bright heaven doth her beams display,

35                  And is unto the starres an ornament,

                Which round about her move in order excellent.

        Such was the beauty of this goodly band,

Whose sundry parts were here too long to tell:

But she that in the midst of them did stand,

40                   Seem’d all the rest in beauty to excell,

Crownd with a rosie girlond, that right well

Did her beseeme. And ever, as the crew

About her daunst, sweet flowres, that far did smell,

And fragrant odours they uppon her threw;

45           But most of all, those three did her with gifts endew.

        Those were the Graces, daughters of delight,

Handmaides of Venus, which are wont to haunt

Uppon this hill, and daunce there day and night:

Those three to men all gifts of grace do graunt,

50                  And all, that Venus in her selfe doth vaunt,

Is borrowed of them. But that faire one,

That in the midst was placed paravaunt,

Was she to whom that shepheard pypt alone,

                 That made him pipe so merrily, as never none.

55            She was to weete that jolly Shepheards lasse,

Which piped there unto that merry rout,

That jolly shepheard, which there piped, was

Poore Colin Clout (who knowes not Colin Clout?)

He pypt apace, whilest they him daunst about.

60                  Pype jolly shepheard, pype thou now apace

Unto thy love, that made thee low to lout;

Thy love is present there with thee in place,

                  Thy love is there advaunst to be another Grace.

        Much wondred Calidore at this straunge sight,

65                  Whose like before his eye had never seene,

And standing long astonished in spright,

And rapt with pleasaunce, wist not what to weene;

Whether it were the traine of beauties Queene,

Or Nymphes, or Faeries, or enchaunted show,

70                  With which his eyes mote have deluded beene.

Therefore resolving, what it was, to know,

                 Out of the wood he rose, and toward them did go.

         But soone as he appeared to their vew,

They vanisht all away out of his sight,

75                  And cleane were gone, which way he never knew;

All save the shepheard, who for fell despight

Of that displeasure, broke his bag-pipe quight,

And made great mone for that unhappy turne.

But Calidore, though no lesse sory wight,

80                  For that mishap, yet seeing him to mourne,

                  Drew neare, that he the truth of all by him mote learne.

         And first him greeting, thus unto him spake,

Haile jolly shepheard, which thy joyous dayes

Here leadest in this goodly merry make,

85                  Frequented of these gentle Nymphes alwayes,

Which to thee flocke, to heare thy lovely layes;

Tell me, what mote these dainty Damzels be,

Which here with thee doe make their pleasant playes?

Right happy thou, that mayst them freely see:

90             But why when I them saw, fled they away from me?

          Not I so happy answerd then that swaine,

As thou unhappy, which them thence didst chace,

Whom by no meanes thou canst recall againe,

For being gone, none can them bring in place,

95                  But whom they of them selves list so to grace.

Right sory I, (saide then Sir Calidore,)

That my ill fortune did them hence displace.

But since things passed none may now restore,

                  Tell me, what were they all, whose lacke thee grieves so sore.

100          Tho gan that shepheard thus for to dilate;

Then wote thou shepheard, whatsoever thou bee,

That all those Ladies, which thou sawest late,

Are Venus Damzels, all within her fee,

But differing in honour and degree:

105               They all are Graces, which on her depend,

Besides a thousand more, which ready bee

Her to adorne, when so she forth doth wend:

                  But those three in the midst, doe chiefe on her attend.

         They are the daughters of sky-ruling Jove,

110                By him begot of faire Eurynome,

The Oceans daughter, in this pleasant grove,

As he this way comming from feastfull glee,

Of Thetis wedding with Æacidee,

In sommers shade him selfe here rested weary.

115                The first of them hight mylde Euphrosyne,

Next faire Aglaia, last Thalia merry:

                  Sweete Goddesses all three which me in mirth do cherry.

         These three on men all gracious gifts bestow,

Which decke the body or adorne the mynde,

120                To make them lovely or well favoured show,

As comely carriage, entertainement kynde,

Sweete semblaunt, friendly offices that bynde,

And all the complements of curtesie:

They teach us, how to each degree and kynde

125                We should our selves demeane, to low, to hie;

                 To friends, to foes, which skill men call Civility.

         Therefore they alwaies smoothly seeme to smile,

That we likewise should mylde and gentle be,

And also naked are, that without guile

130                Or false dissemblaunce all them plaine may see,

Simple and true from covert malice free:

And eeke them selves so in their daunce they bore,

That two of them still forward seem’d to bee,

But one still towards shew’d her selfe afore;

135         That good should from us goe, then come in greater store.

         Such were those Goddesses, which ye did see;

But that fourth Mayd, which there amidst them traced,

Who can aread, what creature mote she bee,

Whether a creature, or a goddesse graced

140                With heavenly gifts from heven first enraced?

But what so sure she was, she worthy was,

To be the fourth with those three other placed:

Yet was she certes but a countrey lasse,

                 Yet she all other countrey lasses farre did passe.

145          So farre as doth the daughter of the day,

All other lesser lights in light excell,

So farre doth she in beautyfull array,

Above all other lasses beare the bell,

Ne lesse in vertue that beseemes her well,

150                Doth she exceede the rest of all her race,

For which the Graces that here wont to dwell,

Have for more honor brought her to this place,

                 And graced her so much to be another Grace.

         Another Grace she well deserves to be,

155               In whom so many Graces gathered are,

Excelling much the meane of her degree;

Divine resemblaunce, beauty soveraine rare,

Firme Chastity, that spight ne blemish dare;

All which she with such courtesie doth grace,

160                That all her peres cannot with her compare,

But quite are dimmed, when she is in place.

                   She made me often pipe and now to pipe apace.

          Sunne of the world, great glory of the sky,

That all the earth doest lighten with thy rayes,

165                Great Gloriana, greatest Majesty,

                       Pardon thy shepheard, mongst so many layes,

As he hath sung of thee in all his dayes,

To make one minime of thy poore handmayd,

And underneath thy feete to place her prayse,

170               That when thy glory shall be farre displayd

                 To future age of her this mention may be made.