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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61124	Spencer redivivus containing the first book of the Fairy queen his essential design preserv'd, but his obsolete language and manner of verse totally laid aside deliver'd in heroick numbers / by a person of quality.	L'Estrange, Roger, Sir, 1616-1704.; Howard, Edward, fl. 1669.	1687 (1687)	Wing S4969; ESTC R15355	76,483	248

afrighted look The cursed Dagger from his hand she took And in despite upon the ground it flung Next lets him know from her becoming Tongue The rash intention of his evil mind And how such Actions leave their stain behind Guilt far more hellish than the Dragon's might VVith whom you boldly late design'd to fight Clear first Despair's black Tincture from your heart Lest deeds conspicuous fail your future part And thus resolv'd leave soon this wicked place VVhose owner dares defie Celestial Grace As she advis'd away they went in haste VVhich as the Churl observ'd and that his Guest Withdrew in safety much the VVretch repin'd To live the Ills not done which he design'd And chusing for his end a well-try'd Rope To hang himself he took a swinging scope But death he could not by that means obtain VVhich he a thousand times had prov'd in vain Decreed by Pluto that he ne're should die But as he liv'd find sad Eternity CANTO X. The Argument The faithful Knight by Una's brought To Piety's Abode Where he is strict Repentance taught And led to Heaven's high Road. WHat force of human understanding can 'Gainst spiritual Foes defend th' assaulted man. When best disposed Mortals must confess That 't is Heaven's Grace that gives their Souls success And that their mortal Forms want Power or Will Other than do proceed from Fonds of Ill. This heavenly Una had beheld of late ●n her lov'd Red-Cross Knight's distress'd Estate Whose body 's strength to feebleness impair'd ●y delicate Food and Care she much repair'd ●ut with far greater Diligence design'd ●rom pious Comforts to confirm his mind And by Heaven's cleansing Grace expunge the stain VVhich might of his late Blemish yet remain Not distant far an ancient Fabrick stood VVhere numbers oft implor'd their supream Good. And had been by a gracious Matron rul'd For VVisdom and best deeds divinely soul'd VVho tedious hours of Night did there implore And day-time spent in giving to the Poor This wondrous VVoman for her heavenly Grace VVas Caelia call'd thus living at this place From Heaven Fame tells she did directly come And here but pattern'd her Celestial Room Of her were born three Daughters far more fair Then VVoman's Beauty when beyond compare Of which Fidelia's and Speranza's Fame Tho both espous'd do Virgin-Glory claim The third Charissa whom a lovely Fear Injoy'd and thence had many Pledges dear Arriv'd they find the Door was watch'd and lock'd For fear of Foes at which when they had knock'd An aged Porter with a Snow-white Head Humilto call'd and full of heavenly dread Leaning upon his Staff in humble sort Admits their passage through this sacred Port. ●ow they were forc'd to stoop as they pass'd in To shew best Actions humbly should begin Being enter'd they a spacious Court do see Pleasant and plain and to all Walkers free Where them a comely Person frankly meets Who with best welcome their great Persons greets ●nd as he earnestly express'd the same Conducts them till unto the Hall they came There kindly them receives a gentle Squire ●odest his Name and Comely his Attire ●is Title Reverence highly here renown'd ●●om whom they due and grave Reception foun'd 〈◊〉 sober steps he leads 'em to his Dame ●he aged Mistress of this sacred Frame Who busie at her Beads was all this while ●nd now just ended had her holy Toil. When rising up with well beseeming Grace She Matron like t'wards them directs her pace And as the matchless Una she beheld Her Soul with most delightful Joy was fill'd And her imbracing said O happy Earth Where e're thou treadst more bright than Stars thy Birth And in thy Virgin Person dost exceed All that of Vertue 's Goddess men can read And by thy painful Travels sought'st to raise Thy Parents Succour to thy endless Praise What Grace inspir'd did you direct this way Or did you me not knowing hither stray Strange it is here an armed Knight to see Or man that 's rais'd by worldly Dignity Hard 't is for them Heaven's narrow Path to find Whose Souls are to their boundless Pleasures kind Matron saies Una hither I am addrest My weary Limbs and this fair Knight to rest Desirous to approach you sacred Dame Whose Praises far have spread your heavenly Fame This holy Patroness having heard these words Her kindly welcome to the Knight affords Letting him know that for his firmest Rest His mind should be by inward Comfort blest And as they thus of sundry things had talk'd Two lovely Virgins to this Presence walk'd Demure their Looks and with a modest Grace Mov'd Arm in Arm still keeping equal pace Of which the eldest was Fidelia bright Whose Lusters shin'd like Stars of clearest light Her Person in a milk-white Vest was clad And in one hand a Golden Cup she had With Wine and Water to the Brim up fill'd In which a Serpent lay that Man had kill'd A sight that gave to others horrid fear Whilst her firm Brow most dauntless did appear In t'other Hand a Book upright she held Hard to be understood and with Blood seal'd A shining Azure Vest Speranza wore That was her constant Ornament before But in her Visage less serene did seem Than from Fidelia's Looks the Eye could deem As if too near her in most thoughts did dwell Doubt that her lively Hope strove to expel Upon her Arm a Silver Anchor lay And with erected Eyes she still did pray They seeing Una towards her next move T' express to her their Courtesie and Love. And since the Frailties of her Knight they knew They blush'd yet for her sake him welcom'd too Gladly the Hero did receive this Grace From them whose Vertues claim'd divinest place And to requite their Favours does confess That all Heroicks ought to them address Then Una ask'd what caus'd their Sister dear The kind Charissa now not to appear Or wants she Health or can't for business come Hither and take next yours her lovely Room Not so said they but forth she may'nt remove Since late of her is born a Son of Love That adds to her bless'd number known before May ne're she want such said fair Una more Nor shall my Visit now disturb her rest Whose teeming mind so oft has others blest Then answer'd aged Caelia dearest Dame Whose Vertues merit most embellish'd Fame Accept with your great Hero such Repast As your weak Strengths require for Suff'rings past My sacred Bowers shall freely that afford But see that there he wears no Arms or Sword. Then calls she an Attendant who him led Unto a fit Apartment's easie Bed. And when refresh'd their Persons were by Rest Of fair Fidelia Una does request That her lov'd Knight might in her School be plac'd Till well his Soul should her high Science taste Which granted she the Red-Cross Knight does teach How his thoughts might Heaven's sublime prospect reach Then ope's her sacred Book which writ in Blood None e're without her aid had understood And unto him

discloseth every thing That did from Faith's mysterious Records spring Letting him know the Wonders she had done On Death and Life by firm Belief alone And how her words the hasty Sun could stay Or turn him back from his Ecliptick way How Mountains from their Stations she could call And bid 'em Rubbidge-like in Seas to fall How Hosts of daring Men she could despise By Power from Heaven and them by Foes surprize These words improv'd the Knight in little space To such Perfection of Celestial Grace As he began to loath the World and Life And Sin that heretofore with him had strife Throughly confessing his Soul's deep dismay And how he wish'd to end his wretched day But wise Speranza softer Comfort gave Teaching him how on Hope his Trust to have And as he did her Silver Anchor see Not to despair of best Eternity Or from his Soul's discomfits to forget The Truth which before him her Sister set But Una as she saw her Knight distress'd From inward guilt that yet his mind oppress'd To divine Caelia sadly this imparts Who well knew how to discipline sinful Hearts And often did their Remedies assure By Patience her Physician for his Cure. A grave experienc'd Man he did appear And Doctor-like did reverend Habit wear The Knight's deep Wound he search'd and did apply From Salves and Medicines precious Remedy That soon asswag'd his body's painful plight And vigorous had restor'd him unto sight With his fam'd Physick words he did instill Of wondrous use to cure Man's spiritual Ill. But found his Patient's mind was fester'd sore By inward Griefs which hard were to explore Within a darksum Cave the Knight he laid Till his strong Corosives their search had made And with strict Diet all the while does tame The flesh that nourish'd had his vicious Flame Sackcloth and Ashes there he on him casts And for his Diet does appoint long Fasts With many Prayers early said and late That might his inward Rancors best abate And ever as superfluous Flesh did rot He pluck'd that forth by Pincers burning hot Instead of which Amendment did repair His Body till from all Corruption clear With these he bitter Penance oft did feel From his Physician 's Whip of hardest Steel Whilst his griev'd Heart so sharply felt remorse As from his Eyes it bloody drops did force In these Extreams he often loud does roar And Lion-like his flesh for anger tore Which as his Una heard by Shreeks and Groans His severe Suff'rings deeply she bemoans Tearing awhile her comely Vest and Hair Till calmer Thoughts advis'd her to sorbear For well she knew his Soul could ne're be clean Till Grief and Patience had his Curers been Now by degrees his mind of Guilt was eas'd And all his pers'nal Torments full appeas'd When lovely Una joyful of his Cures To cherish him her constant help assures And kissing him with kindest words besought That he 'd no more of bad deeds past take thought Mean while Charissa had recover'd well The Labours which in Child-bed her befell To whom illustrious Una now addrest And for more welcome makes her Knight a Guest She was a Woman in her Beauty's prime Equall'd for Grace and Bounty by no time Full of great Love but Cupid's wanton Skill As Hell she hated and all Actions ill Her Neck and plenteous Breasts were ever bare Whence her pleas'd Babes did suck their milky fare Of which a many round about her hung And sporting smil'd as joy'd she look'd or sung These still she fed whilst they were young and weak And when grown older care for them did take Upon her head she wore a Tire of Gold Adorn'd with Gems most precious to behold And by her side did sit of Doves a Pair As she was resting in her Ivory Chair The Knight and Una to her being come Congratulate her happy teeming Womb. Who them receives as courteously as kind Th' effects of her still chearful Meen and Mind Then Una her besought that since this Knight Had suffer'd much sharp Penance day and night That she 'd from her divine exceeding Grace Upon his Soul her glorious Precepts place Joyful at this Request Charissa seem'd Who good to do her chiefest pleasure deem'd An ancient Matron she to her does call Her Name was Mercy wise and liberal Unto whose careful Charge the Knight she gave That his Soul might from her best Comfort have This godly Person by the Hand him takes And taking leave this Presence so forsakes But soon a narrow way they were to pass Where bushy Thorns and ragged Bryers was Which kindly she remov'd from out his way That nothing might his ready Passage stay And if his Feet incumber'd were or swerv'd This careful Guide his steps soon right preserv'd Till in short time the Hero she does bring T' a Hospital devoted to Heaven's King. Where seven most holy Beadsmen long did dwell Spending their days in Prayer and doing well Their Gates to all stood open evermore At which one sate to feed the hungry Poor And did the wanting Traveller invite To be there full refresh'd both day and night The first of them more ancient than the rest Was for their holy Stewardship held best Who many years had in that Office spent Giving Relief to all that thither went. But none he entertain'd that could requite Or feast in turns as Epicures delight The second was an Almoner of the place Who for the Poor took care a work of Grace No Treasure he e're car'd to leave behind Other than Goodness issuing from his mind His Talent was enough and ask'd no more And were it less of that he 'd give the Poor The third the keeping of their Wardrobe had Whence all but the luxurious Man was clad Where fitting Raiment only he laid by For such no Cloaths to cover them could buy Glad when he naked Nature did array Since 't is God's Image stamp'd on earthly Clay And when no Garments he could others give With his own Coat cut out he 'd them relieve The fourth a goodly Officer was made Who Sums to discharge Prisoners daily paid With such by wicked power were captive held Or pin'd in Chains where Turkish Bashaws dwell'd And if they faulty were yet well he weigh'd That God had Mercy to bad men display'd And he that o're Hell triumph'd by his Power From thence Souls led unto his heavenly Bower The fifth had Charge sick Persons to attend And comfort them when nearest their Life's end And for their Souls such Cordials to prepare As might discharge all Symptoms of Despair When Sin and Death would most the mind dismay As Soul and Body feel their parting Day The sixth had handsome Care of Bodies dead Which he like Owners of a Nuptial Bed With Flowers adorned of the choicest sort And thus with them did to the Grave resort To shew that Man whom other Creatures fear Should dead be honour'd with a reverend care The seventh in Office after Burial done Did unto Widow's Orphans