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XXIX. "So much enjoys this love of mine, He ne'er envies or hers or thine, Household-stuff, honey, oil, corn, wine, Coin, jewels, plate, serve his design.

XXXVII. “Mine low with arms makes for-towers

lie, And when on foot, he fight doth try, While his fair Squire his horse holds by, Mine thinks on me and then they die.

XXX. "Such pleasing store have Clerks by

lying, As none can feign their dignifying : There Love clasps his glad wings in

flying, Love ever firm, love never dying.

XXXVIII. “He turns, fight past, and foes inchased, And looks on me with helm unlaced, Lifts his strong limbs, and breast strait

graced And says, 'Kiss-bless me, O heartplaced.""

XXXIX. Flora her wrath in pants did spy, And many a dart at her let fly: “Thou canst not make with heaven

reach'd cry A camel pierce a needle's eye.


XXXI. Love's stings in him are still sustain'd, Yet is my love nor pined nor pain'd, Joy hath no part in him restrain'd To whom his love bears thoughts unfeign'd.

XXXII. “Pallid and lean is thy elected, Poor, scarce with clothes or skin con

tected, His sinews weak, his breast dejected, For nothing caused, makes nought effected.

XXXIII. Approaching need is love's mere hell, Soldiers want gifts to woo loves well : But clerks give much, and still heaps

swell, Their rents and riches so excel.”

“ False goes for true, for honey gall, To make a clerk a soldier's thrall : Doth love to soldiers courage call? No, but the need they toil withal.

XLI. “Good Phillis, would thy love were

wise, No more the truth to contrarise ; Hunger and thirst bow soldiers' thighs, In which death's path and Pluto's lies.


XXXIV. “Right well thou know'st," Phillis re

plied, "What in both arts and lives abide, Likely and cleanly thou hast lied ; But thus our difference is not tried.

Sharp is the wasting bane of war, The lot is hard, and straineth far, The life in stooping doubts doth jar, To get such things as needful are.

XXXV. "When holy-day the whole world cheers, A clerk a solemn countenance bears, His crown is shaven, black weeds he

wears, And looks as he would still shed tears.

XLIII. “ Knew'st thou the guise, thou would'st

not say, Shaven hair shamed clerks, or black

array, Worn higher honours to display, And that all states they over-sway.

XXXVI. “None is so poor of sense or eyrie To whom a soldier doth not shine, At ease, like spriteless beasts, lives thine, Helms and barb'd horse do wear out


XLIV. "All things should to my clerk incline, Whose crown sustains th'imperial sign, He rules, and pays such friends as

thine, And lay must stoop to men divine.


Who of the trappings asks, and bit,
The mule, though silver, champing it,
Know all things were so richly fit,
As Neptune's honour might admit.


XLV. " Thou say'st that sloth a clerk dis

guiseth, Who, I confess, base works despiseth, But when from cares his free mind riseth, Heaven's course and Nature's he compriseth.

XLVI. Mine purple decks, thine mail be

dighteth, Thine lives in war, mine peace de

lighteth, Old acts of princes he reciteth, All of his friend, thinks, seeks, and writeth.

XLVII. “What Venus can, or Love's wing'd

Lord, First knows my clerk and brings me

word, Music in cares doth mine afford, Thine lives by rapine and the sword.”

Then Phillis no decorum wanted,
But rich and beauteous, all eyes daunted,
Nor Flora's virtue less enchanted,
Who on a wealthy palfrey vaunted ;

LV. Tamed with his reins, won heaven for

lightness, Exceeding fair, and full of witness; His breast Art deck'd with divers bright

ness, For jet-black mix'd with swan's pure whiteness.

LVI. Young and in dainty shape digested, His looks with pride, not rage invested, His mane thin-hair'd, his neck high

crested, Small ear, short head, and burly-breasted.

XLVIII. Here speech and strife had both their

ending, Phillis ask'd judgment, all suspending, Much stir they made, yet ceased con

tending, And sought a judge in homewards wending.

With countenances that equal been,
With equal majesty beseen,
With equal voice and equal spleen,
These ladies warr'd upon the green.

LVII. His broad back stoop'd to this clerk's

loved, Which with his pressure nought was

moved, Straight-legg'd, large-thigh'd, and hol

low-hooved, All Nature's skill in him was proved.

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ACCEPT, thrice noble Nennio, at his hand Thrice noble, not in that used epethite, That cannot bid himself welcome at But noble first, to know whence noblesse home,

sprung, A thrice due welcome to our native Then in thy labour bringing it to light, strand,

Thirdly, in being adorned with our tongue. Italian, French, and English now become. And since so like itself thy land affords

The right of noblesse to all noble parts,
I wish our friend, giving thee English words,

With much desert of love in English hearts, • Printed with Sonnets by Spenser, Daniel, As he hath made one strange an Englishman, &c., in “Nennio, or a Treatise of Nobility: Written in Italian by John Baptista Nenna, May make our minds in this, Italian. Done into English by William Iones, Gent. 1595."

Ex tenebris.

VOL. 11.

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