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Who now shall give unto me words and sound

Equall unto this haughtie enterprise?

Or who shall lend me wings, with which from ground

My lowly verse may loftily arise,

And lift it selfe unto the highest skies?

More ample spirit then hitherto was wount

Here needes me, whiles the famous auncestries

Of my most dreaded Soveraigne I recount,

By which all earthly Princes she doth far surmount.

Ne under Sunne that shines so wide and faire,

Whence all that lives does borrow life and light,

Lives ought that to her linage may compaire;

Which though from earth it be derived right,

Yet doth it selfe stretch forth to hevens hight,

And all the world with wonder overspred;

A labor huge, exceeding far my might.

How shall fraile pen, with feare disparaged,

Conceive such soveraine glory and great bountyhed?

Argument worthy of Mæonian quill;

Or rather worthy of great Phoebus rote,

Whereon the ruines of great Ossa hill,

And triumphes of Phlegræan Jove, he wrote,

That all the Gods admird his lofty note.

But if some relish of that hevenly lay

His learned daughters would to me report

To decke my song withall, I would assay

Thy name, O soveraine Queene! to blazon far away.

Thy name, O soveraine Queene! thy realme and race,

From this renowmed Prince derived arre,

Who mightily upheld that royall mace

Which now thou bear’st, to thee descended farre

From mighty kings and conquerours in warre,

Thy fathers and great Grandfathers of old,

Whose noble deeds above the Northerne starre

Immortall fame for ever hath enrold;

As in that old mans booke they were in order told.

The land which warlike Britons now possesse,

And therein have their mighty empire raysd,

In antique times was salvage wildernesse,

Unpeopled, unmannurd, unprovd, unpraysd;

Ne was it Island then, ne was it paysd

Amid the ocean waves, ne was it sought

Of merchants farre for profits therein praysd;

But was all desolate, and of some thought

By sea to have bene from the Celticke mayn-land brought.

Ne did it then deserve a name to have,

Till that the venturous Mariner that way

Learning his ship from those white rocks to save,

Which all along the Southerne sea-coast lay

Threatning unheedy wrecke and rash decay,

For safety that same his sea-marke made,

And namd it Albion: But later day,

Finding in it fit ports for fishers trade,

Gan more the same frequent, and further to invade.

But far in land a salvage nation dwelt

Of hideous Giaunts, and halfe beastly men,

That never tasted grace, nor goodnes felt;

But wild like beastes lurking in loathsome den,

And flying fast as Roebucke through the fen,

All naked without shame or care of cold,

By hunting and by spoiling liveden;

Of stature huge, and eke of corage bold,

That sonnes of men amazd their sternnesse to behold.

But whence they sprong, or how they were begott,

Uneath is to assure; uneath to wene

That monstrous error, which doth some assott,

That Dioclesians fifty daughters shene

Into this land by chaunce have driven bene;

Where, companing with feends and filthy Sprights

Through vaine illusion of their lust unclene,

They brought forth Geaunts, and such dreadful wights

As far exceeded men in their immeasurd mights.

They held this land, and with their filthinesse

Polluted this same gentle soyle long time;

That their owne mother loathd their beastlinesse,

And gan abhorre her broods unkindly crime,

All were they borne of her owne native slime:

Until that Brutus, anciently deriv’d

From roiall stocke of old Assaracs line,

Driven by fatall error here arriv’d,

And them of their unjust possession depriv’d.

But ere he had established his throne,

And spred his empire to the utmost shore,

He fought great batteils with his salvage fone;

In which he them defeated evermore,

And many Giaunts left on groning flore:

That well can witnes yet unto this day

The westerne Hogh, besprincled with the gore

Of mighty Goëmot, whome in stout fray

Corineus conquered, and cruelly did slay.

And eke that ample Pitt, yet far renownd

For the large leape which Debon did compell

Coulin to make, being eight lugs of grownd,

Into the which retourning backe he fell:

But those three monstrous stones doe most excell,

Which that huge sonne of hideous Albion,

Whose father Hercules in Fraunce did quell,

Great Godmer threw, in fierce contention,

At bold Canutus; but of him was slaine anon.

In meed of these great conquests by them gott,

Corineus had that Province utmost west

To him assigned for his worthy lott,

Which of his name and memorable gest

He called Cornwaile, yet so called best;

And Debons shayre was that is Devonshyre:

But Canute had his portion from the rest,

The which he cald Canutium, for his hyre;

Now Cantium, which Kent we comenly inquyre.

Thus Brute this Realme unto his rule subdewd,

And raigned long in great felicity,

Lov’d of his freends, and of his foes eschewd:

He left three sonnes, his famous progeny,

Borne of fayre Inogene of Italy;

Mongst whom he parted his imperiall state,

And Locrine left chiefe Lord of Britany.

At last ripe age bad him surrender late

His life, and long good fortune, unto finall fate.

Locrine was left the soveraine Lord of all;

But Albanact had all the Northerne part,

Which of himselfe Albania he did call;

And Camber did possesse the Westerne quart,

Which Severne now from Logris doth depart:

And each his portion peaceably enjoyd,

Ne was there outward breach, nor grudge in hart,

That once their quiet government annoyd;

But each his paynes to others profit still employd.

Untill a nation straunge, with visage swart,

And corage fierce that all men did affray,

Which through the world then swarmd in every part,

And overflowd all countries far away,

Like Noyes great flood, with their importune sway,

This land invaded with like violence,

And did themselves through all the North display:

Untill that Locrine for his Realmes defence,

Did head against them make and strong munificence.

He them encountred, a confused rout,

Foreby the River that whylome was hight

The ancient Abus, where with courage stout

He them defeated in victorious fight,

And chaste so fiercely after fearefull flight,

That forst their chiefetain, for his safeties sake,

(Their Chiefetain Humber named was aright,)

Unto the mighty streame him to betake,

Where he an end of batteill and of life did make.

The king retourned proud of victory,

And insolent wox through unwonted ease,

That shortly he forgot the jeopardy,

Which in his land he lately did appease,

And fell to vaine voluptuous disease:

He lov’d faire Ladie Estrild, leudly lov’d,

Whose wanton pleasures him too much did please,

That quite his hart from Guendolene remov’d,

From Guendolene his wife, though alwaies faithful prov’d.

The noble daughter of Corinëus

Would not endure to bee so vile disdaind,

But, gathering force and corage valorous,

Encountred him in batteill well ordaind,

In which him vanquisht she to fly constraind:

But she so fast pursewd, that him she tooke

And threw in bands, where he till death remaind;

Als his faire Leman flying through a brooke

She overhent, nought moved with her piteous looke;

But both her selfe, and eke her daughter deare,

Begotten by her kingly Paramoure,

The faire Sabrina, almost dead with feare,

She there attached, far from all succoure;

The one she slew upon the present floure;

But the sad virgin, innocent of all,

Adowne the rolling river she did poure,

Which of her name now Severne men do call:

Such was the end that to disloyall love did fall.

Then for her sonne, which she to Locrin bore,

Madan was young, unmeet the rule to sway,

In her owne hand the crowne she kept in store,

Till ryper years he raught and stronger stay;

During which time her powre she did display

Through all this Realme, the glory of her sex,

And first taught men a woman to obay:

But, when her sonne to mans estate did wex,

She it surrendred, ne her selfe would lenger vex.

Tho Madan raignd, unworthie of his race,

For with all shame that sacred throne he fild.

Next Memprise, as unworthy of that place;

In which being consorted with Manild,

For thirst of single kingdom him he kild.

But Ebranck salved both their infamies

With noble deedes, and warreyd on Brunchild

In Henault, where yet of his victories

Brave moniments remaine, which yet that land envies.

An happy man in his first dayes he was,

And happy father of faire progeny:

For all so many weekes as the yeare has,

So many children he did multiply:

Of which were twentie sonnes, which did apply

Their mindes to prayse and chevalrous desyre:

Those germans did subdew all Germany,

Of whom it hight; but in the end their Syre

With foule repulse from Fraunce was forced to retyre.

Which blott his sonne succeeding in his seat,

The second Brute, the second both in name

And eke in semblaunce of his puissaunce great,

Right well recur’d, and did away that blame

With recompence of everlasting fame:

He with his victour sword first opened

The bowels of wide Fraunce, a forlorne Dame,

And taught her first how to be conquered;

Since which, with sondrie spoiles she hath been ransacked.

Let Scaldis tell, and let tell Hania,

And let the marsh of Esthambruges tell,

What colour were their waters that same day,

And all the moore twixt Elversham and Dell,

With blood of Henalois which therein fell.

How oft that day did sad Brunchildis see

The greene shield dyde in dolorous vermell?

That not Scuith guiridh it mote seeme to bee,

But rather y scuith gogh, signe of sad crueltee.

His sonne, king Leill, by fathers labour long,

Enjoy’d an heritage of lasting peace,

And built Cairleill, and built Cairleon strong.

Next Huddibras his realme did not encrease,

But taught the land from wearie wars to cease:

Whose footsteps Bladud following, in artes

Exceld at Athens all the learned preace,

From whence he brought them to these salvage parts,

And with sweet science mollifide their stubborne harts.

Ensample of his wondrous faculty,

Behold the boyling bathes at Cairbadon,

Which seeth with secret fire eternally,

And in their entrailles, full of quick Brimston,

Nourish the flames which they are warmd upon,

That to their people wealth they forth do well,

And health to every forreyne nation:

Yet he at last, contending to excell

The reach of men, through flight into fond mischief fell.

Next him king Leyr in happie peace long raynd,

But had no issue male him to succeed,

But three faire daughters, which were well uptraind

In all that seemed fitt for kingly seed:

Mongst whom his realme he equally decreed

To have divided. Tho, when feeble age

Nigh to his utmost date he saw proceed,

He cald his daughters, and with speeches sage

Inquyrd, which of them most did love her parentage?

The eldest, Gonorill, gan to protest

That she much more than her owne life him lov’d;

And Regan greater love to him profest

Then all the world, when ever it were proov’d;

But Cordeill said she lov’d him as behoov’d:

Whose simple answere, wanting colours fayre

To paint it forth, him to displeasaunce moov’d,

That in his crown he counted her no hayre,

But twixt the other twain his kingdom whole did shayre.

So wedded th’one to Maglan king of Scottes,

And thother to the king of Cambria,

And twixt them shayrd his realme by equall lottes;

But without dowre the wise Cordelia

Was sent to Aggannip of Celtica.

Their aged Syre, thus eased of his crowne,

A private life ledd in Albania

With Gonorill, long had in great renowne,

That nought him griev’d to beene from rule deposed downe.

But true it is that, when the oyle is spent,

The light goes out, and weeke is throwne away:

So, when he had resignd his regiment,

His daughter gan despise his drouping day,

And wearie wax of his continuall stay.

Tho to his daughter Regan he repayrd,

Who him as first well used every way;

But when of his departure she despayrd,

Her bountie she abated, and his cheare empayrd.

The wretched man gan then avise too late,

That love is not where most it is profest;

Too truely tryde in his extremest state.

At last, resolv’d likewise to prove the rest,

He to Cordelia him selfe addrest,

Who with entyre affection him receav’d,

As for her Syre and king her seemed best;

And after all an army strong she leav’d,

To war on those which him had of his realme bereav’d,

So to his crowne she him restord againe;

In which he dyde, made ripe for death by eld,

And after wild it should to her remaine,

Who peaceably the same long time did weld,

And all mens harts in dew obedience held;

Till that her sisters children, woxen strong,

Through proud ambition against her rebeld,

And overcommen kept in prison long,

Till weary of that wretched life her selfe she hong.

Then gan the bloody brethren both to raine;

But fierce Cundah gan shortly to envy

His brother Morgan, prickt with proud disdaine

To have a pere in part of soverainty;

And kindling coles of cruell enmity,

Raisd warre, and him in batteill overthrew.

Whence as he to those woody hilles did fly,

Which hight of him Glamorgan, there him slew:

Then did he raigne alone, when he none equall knew.

His sonne Rivall’his dead rowme did supply;

In whose sad time blood did from heaven rayne.

Next great Gurgustus, then faire Cæcily,

In constant peace their kingdomes did contayne.

After whom Lago, and Kinmarke did rayne,

And Gorbogud, till far in years he grew:

Then his ambitious sonnes unto them twayne

Arraught the rule, and from their father drew;

Stout Ferrex and sterne Porrex him in prison threw.

But O! the greedy thirst of royall crowne,

That knowes no kinred, nor regardes no right,

Stird Porrex up to put his brother downe;

Who, unto him assembling forreigne might,

Made warre on him, and fell him selfe in fight:

Whose death t’avenge, his mother mercilesse,

Most mercilesse of women, Wyden hight,

Her other sonne fast sleeping did oppresse,

And with most cruell hand him murdred pittilesse.

Here ended Brutus sacred progeny,

Which had seven hundred yeares this scepter borne

With high renowme and great felicity:

The noble braunch from th’antique stocke was torne

Through discord, and the roiall throne forlorne.

Thenceforth this Realme was into factions rent,

Whilest each of Brutus boasted to be borne,

That in the end was left no moniment

Of Brutus, nor of Britons glorie auncient.

Then up arose a man of matchlesse might,

And wondrous wit to menage high affayres,

Who, stird with pitty of the stressed plight

Of this sad realme, cut into sondry shayres

By such as claymd themselves Brutes rightfull hayres,

Gathered the Princes of the people loose

To taken counsell of their common cares;

Who, with his wisedom won, him streight did choose

Their king, and swore him fealty to win or loose.

Then made he head against his enimies,

And Ymner slew of Logris miscreate;

Then Ruddoc and proud Stater, both allyes,

This of Albany newly nominate,

And that of Cambry king confirmed late,

He overthrew through his owne valiaunce;

Whose countries he redus’d to quiet state,

And shortly brought to civile governaunce,

Now one, which earst were many made through variaunce.

Then made he sacred lawes, which some men say

Were unto him reveald in vision;

By which he freed the Traveilers high-way,

The Churches part, and Ploughmans portion,

Restraining stealth and strong extortion,

The gratious Numa of great Britany;

For till his dayes, the chiefe dominion

By strength was wielded without pollicy:

Therefore he first wore crowne of gold for dignity.

Donwallo dyde, (for what may live for ay?)

And left two sonnes, of pearelesse prowesse both,

That sacked Rome too dearely did assay,

The recompence of their perjured oth;

And ransackt Greece wel tryde, when they were wroth;

Besides subjected France and Germany,

Which yet their praises speake, all be they loth,

And inly tremble at the memory

Of Brennus and Belinus, kinges of Britany.

Next them did Gurgiunt, great Belinus sonne,

In rule succeede, and eke in fathers praise;

He Easterland subdewd, and Denmarke wonne,

And of them both did foy and tribute raise,

The which was dew in his dead fathers daies.

He also gave to fugitives of Spayne,

Whom he at sea found wandring from their waies,

A seate in Ireland safely to remayne,

Which they should hold of him, as subject to Britayne.

After him raigned Guitheline his hayre,

The justest man and trewest in his daies,

Who had to wife Dame Mertia the fayre,

A woman worthy of immortall praise,

Which for this Realme found many goodly layes,

And wholesome Statutes to her husband brought.

Her many deemd to have beene of the Fayes,

As was Aegerie that Numa tought:

Those yet of her be Mertian lawes both nam’d and thought.

Her sonne Sisillus after her did rayne;

And then Kimarus; and then Danius:

Next whom Morindus did the crowne sustayne;

Who, had he not with wrath outrageous

And cruell rancour dim’d his valorous

And mightie deedes, should matched have the best:

As well in that same field victorious

Against the forreine Morands he exprest;

Yet lives his memorie, though carcas sleepe in rest.

Five sonnes he left, begotten of one wife,

All which successively by turnes did rayne:

First Gorboman, a man of vertuous life;

Next Archigald, who for his proud disdayne

Deposed was from princedome soverayne,

And pitteous Elidure put in his sted;

Who shortly it to him restord agayne,

Till by his death he it recovered:

But Peridure and Vigent him disthronized.

In wretched prison long he did remaine,

Till they outraigned had their utmost date,

And then therein reseized was againe,

And ruled long with honorable state,

Till he surrendered Realme and life to fate.

Then all the sonnes of these five brethren raynd

By dew successe, and all their Nephewes late;

Even thrise eleven descents the crowne retaynd,

Till aged Hely by dew heritage it gaynd.

He had two sonnes, whose eldest, called Lud,

Left of his life most famous memory,

And endlesse moniments of his great good:

The ruin’d wals he did reædifye

Of Troynovant, gainst force of enimy,

And built that gate which of his name is hight,

By which he lyes entombed solemnly.

He left two sonnes, too young to rule aright,

Androgeus and Tenantius, pictures of his might.

Whilst they were young, Cassibalane, their Eme,

Was by the people chosen in their sted,

Who on him tooke the roiall Diademe,

And goodly well long time it governed;

Till the prowde Romanes him disquieted,

And warlike Cæsar, tempted with the name

Of this sweet Island never conquered,

And envying the Britons blazed fame,

(O hideous hunger of dominion!) hither came.

Yet twise they were repulsed backe againe,

And twise renforst backe to their ships to fly;

The whiles with blood they all the shore did staine,

And the gray Ocean into purple dy:

Ne had they footing found at last, perdie,

Had not Androgeus, false to native soyle,

And envious of Uncles soveraintie,

Betrayd his countrey unto forreine spoyle.

Nought els but treason from the first this land did foyle.

So by him Cæsar got the victory,

Through great bloodshed and many a sad assay,

In which himselfe was charged heavily

Of hardy Nennius, whom he yet did slay,

But lost his sword, yet to be seene this day.

Thenceforth this land was tributarie made

T’ambitious Rome, and did their rule obay,

Till Arthur all that reckoning defrayd:

Yet oft the Briton kings against them strongly swayd.

Next him Tenantius raignd; them Kimbeline,

What time th’eternall Lord in fleshly slime

Enwombed was, from wretched Adams line

To purge away the guilt of sinfull crime.

O joyous memorie of happy time,

That heavenly grace so plenteously displayd!

(O too high ditty for my simple rime!)

Soone after this the Romanes him warrayd;

For that their tribute he refusd to let be payd.

Good Claudius, that next was Emperour,

An army brought, and with him batteile fought,

In which the king was by a Treachetour

Disguised slaine, ere any thereof thought:

Yet ceased not the bloody fight for ought;

For Arvirage his brothers place supplyde

Both in his armes and crowne, and by that draught

Did drive the Romanes to the weaker syde,

That they to peace agreed. So all was pacifyde.

Was never king more highly magnifide,

Nor dredd of Romanes, then was Arvirage;

For which the Emperour to him allide

His daughter Genuiss’ in marriage:

Yet shortly he renounst the vassallage

Of Rome againe, who hither hastly sent

Vespasian, that with great spoile and rage

Forwasted all, till Genuissa gent

Persuaded him to ceasse, and her lord to relent.

He dide; and him succeeded Marius,

Who joy’d his dayes in great tranquillity.

Then Coyll; and after him good Lucius,

That first received Christianity,

The sacred pledge of Christes Evangely.

Yet true it is, that long before that day

Hither came Joseph of Arimathy,

Who brought with him the holy grayle, they say,

And preacht the truth; but since it greatly did decay.

This good king shortly without issew dide,

Whereof great trouble in the kingdome grew,

That did her selfe in sondry parts divide,

And with her powre her owne selfe overthrew,

Whilest Romanes daily did the weake subdew:

Which seeing, stout Bunduca up arose,

And taking armes the Britons to her drew;

With whom she marched streight against her foes,

And them unwares besides the Severne did enclose.

There she with them a cruell batteill tryde,

Not with so good successe as shee deserv’d;

By reason that the Captaines on her syde,

Corrupted by Paulinus, from her swerv’d:

Yet, such as were through former flight preserv’d

Gathering againe, her Host she did renew,

And with fresh corage on the victor servd:

But being all defeated, save a few,

Rather then fly, or be captiv’d, her selfe she slew.

O famous moniment of womens prayse!

Matchable either to Semiramis,

Whom antique history so high doth rayse,

Or to Hypsiphil’, or to Thomiris.

Her Host two hundred thousand numbred is;

Who, whiles good fortune favoured her might,

Triumphed oft against her enemis;

And yet, though overcome in haplesse fight,

Shee triumphed on death, in enemies despight.

Her reliques Fulgent having gathered,

Fought with Severus, and him overthrew,

Yet in the chace was slaine of them that fled,

So made them victors whome he did subdew.

Then gan Carausius tirannize anew,

And gainst the Romanes bent their proper powre;

But him Allectus treacherously slew,

And tooke on him the robe of Emperoure:

Nath’lesse the same enjoyed but short happy howre:

For Asclepiodate him overcame,

And left inglorious on the vanquisht playne,

Without or robe or rag to hide his shame:

Then afterwards he in his stead did raigne,

But shortly was by Coyll in batteill slaine:

Who after long debate, since Lucies tyme,

Was of the Britons first crownd Soveraine.

Then gan this Realme renew her passed prime:

He of his name Coylchester built of stone and lime.

Which when the Romanes heard, they hither sent

Constantius, a man of mickle might,

With whome king Coyll made an agreëment,

And to him gave for wife his daughter bright,

Fayre Helena, the fairest living wight;

Who in all godly thewes and goodly praise

Did far excell, but was most famous hight

For skil in Musicke of all in her daies,

As well in curious instruments as cunning laies.

Of whom he did great Constantine begett,

Who afterward was Emperour of Rome,

To which whiles absent he his mind did sett,

Octavius here lept into his roome,

And it usurped by unrighteous doome:

But he his title justifide by might,

Slaying Traherne, and having overcome

The Romane legion in dreadfull fight.

So settled he his kingdome, and confirmd his right:

But wanting yssew male, his daughter deare

He gave in wedlocke to Maximian,

And him with her made of his kingdome heyre,

Who soone by meanes thereof the Empire wan,

Till murdred by the freends of Gratian.

Then gan the Hunnes and Picts invade this land,

.During the raigne of Maximinian;

Who dying left none heire them to withstand,

But that they overran all parts with easy hand.

The weary Britons, whose war-hable youth

Was by Maximian lately ledd away,

With wretched miseryes and woefull ruth,

Were to those Pagans made an open pray,

And daily spectacle of sad decay:

Whome Romane warres, which now fowr hundred yeares

And more had wasted, could no whit dismay;

Til, by consent of Commons and of Peares,

They crownd the second Constantine with joyous teares.

Who having oft in batteill vanquished

Those spoylefull Picts, and swarming Easterlings,

Long time in peace his realme established,

Yet oft annoyd with sondry bordragings

Of neighbour Scots, and forrein Scatterlings,

With which the world did in those dayes abound:

Which to outbarre, with painefull pyonings

From sea to sea he heapt a mighty mound,

Which from Alcluid to Panwelt did that border bownd.

Three sones he dying left, all under age;

By meanes whereof their uncle Vortigere

Usurpt the crowne during their pupillage;

Which th’Infants tutors gathering to feare,

Them closely into Armorick did beare:

For dread of whom, and for those Picts annoyes,

He sent to Germany straunge aid to reare;

From whence eftsoones arrived here three hoyes

Of Saxons, whom he for his safety imployes.

Two brethren were their Capitayns, which hight

Hengist and Horsus, well approv’d in warre,

And both of them men of renowmed might;

Who making vantage of their civile jarre,

And of those forreyners which came from farre,

Grew great, and got large portions of land,

That in the Realme ere long they stronger arre

Then they which sought at first their helping hand,

And Vortiger have forst the kingdome to aband.

But by the helpe of Vortimere his sonne,

He is againe unto his rule restord;

And Hengist, seeming sad for that was donne,

Received is to grace and new accord,

Through his faire daughters face and flattring word.

Soone after which three hundred Lords he slew

Of British blood, all sitting at his bord;

Whose dolefull moniments who list to rew,

Th’eternall marks of treason may at Stonheng vew.

By this the sonnes of Constantine, which fled,

Ambrose and Uther, did ripe yeares attayne,

And, here arriving, strongly challenged

The crowne which Vortiger did long detayne:

Who, flying from his guilt, by them was slayne;

And Hengist eke soon brought to shamefull death.

Thenceforth Aurelius peaceably did rayne,

Till that through poyson stopped was his breath;

So now entombed lies at Stoneheng by the heath.

After him Uther, which Pendragon hight,

Succeeding⁠—There abruptly it did end,

Without full point, or other Cesure right;

As if the rest some wicked hand did rend,

Or th’Author selfe could not at least attend

To finish it: that so untimely breach

The Prince him selfe halfe seemed to offend;

Yet secret pleasure did offence empeach,

And wonder of antiquity long stopt his speach.

At last, quite ravisht with delight to heare

The royall Ofspring of his native land,

Cryde out; “Deare countrey! O! how dearely deare

Ought thy remembraunce and perpetuall band

Be to thy foster Childe, that from thy hand

Did commun breath and nouriture receave.

How brutish is it not to understand

How much to her we owe, that all us gave;

That gave unto us all what ever good we have.”

But Guyon all this while his booke did read,

Ne yet has ended; for it was a great

And ample volume, that doth far exceed

My leasure so long leaves here to repeat:

It told how first Prometheus did create

A man, of many parts from beasts deryv’d,

And then stole fire from heven to animate

His worke, for which he was by Jove depryv’d

Of life him self, and hartstrings of an Aegle ryv’d.

That man so made he called Elfe, to weet

Quick, the first author of all Elfin kynd;

Who, wandring through the world with wearie feet,

Did in the gardins of Adonis fynd

A goodly creature, whom he deemd in mynd

To be no earthly wight, but either Spright,

Or Angell, th’authour of all woman kynd;

Therefore a Fay he her according hight,

Of whom all Faeryes spring, and fetch their lignage right.

Of these a mighty people shortly grew,

And puissant kinges which all the world warrayd,

And to them selves all Nations did subdew.

The first and eldest, which that scepter swayd,

Was Elfin; him all India obayd,

And all that now America men call:

Next him was noble Elfinan, who laid

Cleopolis foundation first of all:

But Elfiline enclosd it with a golden wall.

His sonne was Elfinell, who overcame

The wicked Gobbelines in bloody field;

But Elfant was of most renowmed fame,

Who all of Christall did Panthea build:

Then Elfar, who two brethren gyauntes kild,

The one of which had two heades, th’other three:

Then Elfinor, who was in magick skild;

He built by art upon the glassy See

A bridge of bras, whose sound hevens thunder seem’d to bee.

He left three sonnes, the which in order raynd,

And all their Ofspring, in their dew descents;

Even seven hundred Princes, which maintaynd

With mightie deedes their sondry governments;

That were too long their infinite contents

Here to record, ne much materiall:

Yet should they be most famous moniments,

And brave ensample, both of martiall

And civil rule, to kinges and states imperiall.

After all these Elficleos did rayne,

The wise Elficleos, in great Majestie,

Who mightily that scepter did sustayne,

And with rich spoyles and famous victorie

Did high advaunce the crowne of Faery:

He left two sonnes, of which faire Elferon,

The eldest brother, did untimely dy;

Whose emptie place the mightie Oberon

Doubly supplide, in spousall and dominion.

Great was his power and glorie over all

Which, him before, that sacred seate did fill,

That yet remaines his wide memoriall.

He dying left the fairest Tanaquill,

Him to succeede therein, by his last will:

Fairer and nobler liveth none this howre,

Ne like in grace, ne like in learned skill;

Therefore they Glorian call that glorious flowre:

Long mayst thou, Glorian, live in glory and great powre!

Beguyld thus with delight of novelties,

And naturall desire of countryes state,

So long they redd in those antiquities,

That how the time was fled they quite forgate;

Till gentle Alma, seeing it so late,

Perforce their studies broke, and them besought

To thinke how supper did them long awaite:

So halfe unwilling from their bookes them brought,

And fayrely feasted as so noble knightes she ought.