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'And Phaeton now, near reaching to his race
With glistening beams, gold-streaming where they bent, Was prest to enter in his resting-place.
Orithyius, that in the car first went,
Had even now attain'd his journey's stent;
And pale Cinthia, with her borrow'd light
Beginning to supply her brother's place,
And sorrowing I to see the summer-flowers,
It taught me well, all earthly things be born To die the death, for nought long time may last : The summer's beauty yields to winter's blast.
"Then looking upward to the heaven's lemes (flames) With nighte's stars thick-powder'd every where, Which erst so glisten'd with the golden streams,
That cheerful Phoebus spread down from his sphere; Beholding dark oppressing day so near, The sudden sight reduced to my mind The sundry changes, that in earth we find.
"That musing on this worldly wealth in thought,
Such fall of peers as in this realm had be:
And strait forth stalking with redoubled pace,
A piteous wight, whom woe had all forewaste:
'Her body small forewither'd and forespent,
As is the stalk that summer's drought opprest:
Her eyes swollen with flowing streams afloat,
With doleful shrieks, that echo'd in the sky:
'I stood aghast, beholding all her plight;
'Tween dread and dolour so distrain❜d in heart,
The tears outstream'd for sorrow of her smart:
"Unwrap thy woes, whatever wight thou be,
And stint (cease) betime to spill thyself with plaint:
Tell what thou art, and whence; for well I see,
Thou can'st not 'dure, with sorrow thus attaint."
"Alas! I wrêtch, whom thus thou see'st distrain'd With wasting woes that never shall aslake (abate), Sorrow I am, in endless torments pain'd
Among the Furies in th' infernal lake;
Where Pluto, god of hell, so grisly black, Doth hold his throne, and Lethe's deadly taste Doth reve (take away) remembrance of each thing fore-past.” '
Under her guidance the poet goes first to the grisly lake,' intending subsequently to attend her ' unto the blissful place of rest;' and sees within the porch and jaws of Hell' Remorse of Conscience, Dread, Revenge, Misery, Care, Sleep,
(-Small keep took he whom Fortune frowned on,
Of high renown; but as a living death,
'And next in order sad Old Age we found, His beard all boar, his eyes hollow and blind; With drooping chere (countenance) still poring on the ground,
As on the place where Nature him assign'd
To rest, when that the Sisters had entwined His vital thread, and ended with their knife The fleeting course of fast declining life.
There heard we him, with brok'n and hollow plaint,
With sweet remembrance of his pleasures past, And fresh delights of lusty youth fore-waste: Recounting which, how would he sob and shriek, And to be young again of Jove beseek!
'But an the cruel Fates so fixed be,
That time forepast cannot return again,
· That in such wither'd plight and wretched pain,
'Had brought on him, all were it woe and grief, 'He might awhile yet linger forth his life;
'And not so soon descend into the pit
Where Death, when he the mortal corpse hath slain, • With retchless hand in grave doth cover it; "Thereafter never to enjoy again
'The gladsome light, but in the ground ylain 'In depth of darkness waste and wear to nought, 'As he had ne'er into the world been brought.'
'But who had seen him sobbing, how he stood Unto himself, and how he would bemoan
His youth forepast (as though it wrought him good
He would have mused, and marvelled much whereon
'Crook-back'd he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed; Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side,
His scalp all piled (bald) and he with eld forbore; His wither'd fist still knocking at Death's door, Trembling and drivelling as he draws his breathFor brief, the shape and messenger of Death.
Next follow Malady, Famine (struck by Death) and War, with a copious and classical description of the subjects' depainted on his targe.' By the help of Charon, they cross Acheron :
'Here puled the babes, and here the maids unwed, With folded hands their sorry chance bewail'd; Here wept the guiltless slain, and lovers dead
That slew themselves when nothing else avail'd: A thousand sorts of sorrows here, that wail'd With sighs and tears, sobs, shrieks, and all ysere, That (oh, alas!) it was a hell to hear.
"We stay'd us strait, and with a rueful fear Beheld this heavy sight, while from mine eyes The vapour'd tears down stilled here and there; And Sorrow eke in far more woeful wise Look'd on with plaint, upheaving to the skies Her wretched hands, that with her cry the rout 'Gan all in heaps to swarm us round about.
"Lo! here (said Sorrow) princes of renown,
That whilom sat on top of Fortune's wheel;
Even with one frown, that stay'd but with a smile!
Then first came Henry, Duke of Buckinghamwho in his Complaint,' speaking of the
Turmoil'd, which never feeleth ease or stay,
"Well gave that judge his doom upon the death
"To his two sons, that in his chamber layen,
"He thought it could not be, that they which brake