peare, The god of warre with his fiers equipage Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly Thou doest awake, sleepe never he so cheare: That with his largenesse measured much land, 66 Whose wreathed boughtes1 when ever he unfoldes, And made wide shadow under his huge And thick entangled knots adown does XXIX It fortuned (as fayre it then befell,) Which when his pensive lady saw from farre, 280 Great woe and sorrow did her soule assay,' 10 Behynd his backe, unweeting, where he And gan to highest God entirely pray That feared chaunce from her to turne away: With folded hands, and knees full lowly. bent, 285 All night shee watcht, ne once adowne would lay 2 boiled. breathe. 3 burned. • tail. |