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IN EIGHT VOLUMES.
FROM THE TEXT OF MR. UPTON, &c.
WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
Goe, little Booke! thyself present,
PRINTED UNDER THE DIRECTION OF J. BELI,
BRITISH LIBRARY, STRAND,
FROM MR. UPTON'S TEXT.
When SPENSER saw the fame was spredd so large
VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.
THE FAERY QUEENE.
BOOK III. CANTO X.
Paridell rapeth Hellenore;
HE morrow next, so soone as Phæbus’lamp Bewrayed had the world with early light, And fresh Aurora had the shady damp Out of the goodly heven amoved quight, Faire Britomart, and that same Faery knight Uprose, forth on their iourney for to wend; But Paridell complaynd that his late fight With Britomart so sore did him offend, That ryde he conld not till his hurts he did amend.
11. So foorth they far'd; but he behind them stayd Maulgre his host, who grudged grievously To house a guest that would be needes obayd, And of his owne him lefte not liberty : (Might wanting measure moveth surqnedry.) Two things he feared, but the third was death; That fiers young man's unruly maystery, His money, which he lov'd as living breath, And his faire wife, whom honestlong he kept uneath.