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And Phaeton now near reaching to his race,
Erithius, that in the car first went,
Had even now attained his journey's stent,
Beginning to supply her brother's place,
When sparkling stars amid the heaven's face,
With twink’ling light shone on the earth apace:
The lively green, the lusty leas forlorn,
The fields so fade, that flourished so beforne;
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 upwards to the heaven's leames, t
With night-stars thick y-powdered every where, Which erst so glistened with the golden streams,
That cheerful Phæbus spread down from his sphere;
Beholding dark oppressing day so near : The sudden sight reduced to my mind, The sundry changes that on earth we find. * “ The nightis chair the stars about do bring."-SURRKY. + Lights.
That, musing on this worldly wealth in thought,
Which comes and goes, more faster than we see The flickering flame that with the fire is wrought,
My busy mind presented unto me,
Such fall of Peers as in this realm had be: That oft I wished some would their woes descrive, * To warn the rest, whom fortune left alive.
And strait,-forth-stalking with redoubled pace,
For that I saw the night drew on so fast, In black all clad,there fell before my face,
A piteous wight, whom woe had all forwaste:t Forth from her eyes the crystal tears out brast, I And sighing sore, her hands she wrung and fold, Tearing her hair, that ruth was to behold. Her body small forwithered and forspent,
As is the stalk that summer's drought oppressed; Her wealked & face with woeful tears besprent,
Her colour pale, as seemed it her best;
In woe and plaint reposed was her rest: And, as the stone that drops of water wears, So dented were her cheeks with fall of tears.
Her eyes swollen with flowing streams afloat,
Were, with her looks, thrown up full pitiously ; Her forceless hands together oft she smote,
With doleful shrieks that echoed to the sky;
Whose plaint such sighs did strait accompany,
* Describe. + The prefix “ for," in the older writers, was used emphatically to render the signification more intense. # Participle of Brest, to burst. Withored, wrinkled.
This wretched personage is Sorrow,
Sorrow I am, in endless torments pained,
Among the furies in the infernal lake;
That Sackville was not completely original in bis conception of this character, will appear by the following quotation from Chaucer's Romaunt of the Rose.
Sorrow was painted next envy,
* The neck or bosom. + The passive participle of reck,
The “ shadowy residents of Hellgate," from the same. And first, within the porch and jaws of hell,
Sat deep Remorse of Conscience, all besprent With tears; and to herself oft would she tell
Her wretchedness, and cursing never stent
To sob and sigh; but ever thus lament, With thoughtful care, as she that all in vain Would wear and waste continually in pain,
Her eyes unsteadfast rolling here and there,
Tossed and tormented with the hideous thought,
Of those detested crimes which she had wrought: With dreadful cheer, and looks thrown to the sky, Wishing for death, and yet she could not die.
Next saw we Dread all trembling how he shook,
With foot uncertain proffered here and there : Benumbed of speech, and with a ghastly look,
Searched every place, all pale and dead for fear;
His cap borne up with starting of his hair; Stoyned * and amazed at his own shade for dread, And fearing greater danger than was need.
And next, within the entry of this lake,
Sat fell Revenge gnashing her teeth for ire; Devising means how she may vengeance take ;
Never to rest 'till she have her desire;
But frets within so far forth with the fire
When fell Revenge, with bloody foul pretence,
Had shewn herself as next in order set, With trembling limbs we softly parted thence,
"Till in our eyes another sight we met ;
When from my heart a sigh forthwith I fet,
His face was lean and some deal pined away
And eke his hands consumed to the bone; But what his body was I cannot say,
For on his carcase raiment had he none
Save clouts and patches pieced one by one. With staff in band, and scrip on shoulder cast, His chief defence against the winter's blast.
His food for most was wild fruits of the tree,
Unless sometimes some crumbs fell to his share ; Which in his wallet long, God wot, kept he,
And on the same full daintly would he fare.
the bare Of his palm closed; his bed the hard cold ground. To this poor life was Misery y-bound.
Whose wretched state when we had well beheld,
With tender ruth on him and on his feres,
And by and by, another shape appears
Of greedy Care,* still brushing up the breres. I His knuckles knobbed, his flesh deep dented in, With tawed hands, and hard y-tanned skin.
• Regretting, rominating with pity. + Companions. Briars.