"Where griesly Night, with visage deadly sad, That Phoebus chearefull face durst neuer vew, And in a foule blacke pitchy mantle clad, She findes forth comming from her darksome mew, Where she all day did hide her hated hew. Before the dore her yron charet stood, Already harnessed for iourney new; And coleblacke steedes yborne of hellish brood, That on their rusty bits did champ, as they were wood."

"For what so strong, But wanting rest will also want of might? The Sunne that measures heauen all day long, At night doth baite his steedes the Ocean waues emong."

"The noblest mind the best contentment has."

"A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name Great Gorgon, prince of darknes and dead night."

"Add faith vnto your force, and be not faint: Strangle her, els she sure will strangle thee."

"Vertue giues her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade."

"His glistring armor made A litle glooming light, much like a shade."

"The Northerne wagoner had set His seuenfold teme behind the stedfast starre."

"God helpe the man so wrapt in Errours endlesse traine."

"But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad; Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad."

"And all within were pathes and alleies wide, With footing worne, and leading inward farr."

"And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, Ioying to heare the birdes sweete harmony, Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred, Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy, The sayling Pine, the Cedar proud and tall, The vine-propp Elme, the Poplar neuer dry, The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all, The Aspine good for staues, the Cypresse funerall.'The Laurell, meed of mightie Conquerours And Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still, The Willow worne of forlorne Paramours, The Eugh obedient to the benders will, The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill, The Mirrhe sweete bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill, The fruitfull Oliue, and the Platane round, The caruer Holme, the Maple seeldom inward sound."

"And on his brest a bloodie Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore."

"But who can turne the streame of destinee, Or breake the chayne of strong necessitee."

"Oft fire is without smoke, And perill without show."

"A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine."

"Will was his guide, and griefe led him astray."

"The generall end therefore of all the booke is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline."

"So you great Lord, that with your counsell sway The burdeine of this kingdom mightily, With like delightes sometimes may eke delay, The rugged brow of carefull Policy."

"Fierce warres and faithfull loues shall moralize my song."

"That cruell word her tender hart so thrild, That suddein cold did ronne through euery vaine, And stony horrour all her sences fild With dying fitt, that downe she fell for paine."

"Therewith they gan, both furious and fell, To thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaile Each other, bent his enimy to quell, That with their force they perst both plate & maile, And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile, That it would pitty any liuing eie. Large floods of blood adowne their sides did raile; But floods of blood could not them satisfie: Both hongred after death: both chose to win, or die."

"In her faire eyes two liuing lamps did flame, Kindled aboue at th'heuenly makers light, And darted fyrie beames out of the same, So passing persant, and so wondrous bright, That quite bereau'd the rash beholders sight."

"And when she spake, Sweete wordes, like dropping honny she did shed, And twixt the perles and rubins softly brake A siluer sound, that heauenly musicke seemd to make."

"Vpon her eyelids many Graces sate, Vnder the shadow of her euen browes."

"Who so in pompe of prowd estate (qd. she) Does swim, and bathes him selfe in courtly blis, Does waste his dayes in darke obscuritee, And in obliuion euer buried is."

"Such is the state of men!"

"So double was his paines, so double be his praise."

"Now gan his hart all swell in iollity, And of him selfe great hope and help conceiu'd, That puffed vp with smoke of vanity, And with selfe-loued personage deceiu'd, He gan to hope, of men to be receiu'd For such, as he him thought, or faine would bee: But for in court gay portaunce he perceiu'd, And gallant shew to be in greatest gree, Eftsoones to court he cast t'aduaunce his first degree."

"Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the commen In of rest."

"Which when she heard, as in despightfull wise, She wilfully her sorrow did augment, And offred hope of comfort did despise: Her golden lockes most cruelly she rent, And scratcht her face with ghastly dreriment, Ne would she speake, nesee, ne yet be seene, But hid her visage, and her head downe bent, Either for grieuous shame, or for great teene, As if her hart with sorow had transfixed beene."

"Come then, come soone, come sweetest death to me, And take away this long lent loathed light: Sharpe be thy wounds, but sweete the medicines be, That long captiued soules from weary thraldome free."

"Behold the ymage of mortalitie, And feeble nature cloth'd with fleshly tyre When raging passion with fierce tyranny Robs reason of her dew regalitie, And makes it seruaunt to her basest part, The strong it weakens with infirmitie: And with bold furie armes the weakest hart; The strong through pleasure soonest falles, the weake through smart."

"Vaineglorious man, when fluttring wind does blow In his light winges, is lifted vp to skye: The scorne of knighthood and trew cheualrye, To thinke without desert of gentle deed, And noble worth to be aduaunced hye: Such prayse is shame; but honour vertues meed Doth beare the fayrest flowre in honourable seed."

"Now strike your sailes yee iolly Mariners, For we be come vnto a quiet rode, Where we must land some of our passengers, And light this weary vessell of her lode."

"Why then should witlesse man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?"

"Loue that two harts makes one, makes eke one will."

"And therein sate a Ladie fresh and faire, Making sweet solace to her selfe alone; Sometimes she sung, as loud as larke in aire, Sometimes she laught, as nigh her breth was gone, Yet was there not with her else any one, That might to her moue cause of meriment: Matter of merth enough, though there were none She could deuise, and thousand waies inuent, To feede her foolish humour, and vaine iolliment."

"But now so wise and wary was the knight By tryall of his former harmes and cares, That he descryde, and shonned still his slight: The fish that once was caught, new bait wil hardly byte."

"Her face so faire as flesh it seemed not, But heuenly pourtraict of bright Angels hew, Cleare as the skye, withouten blame or blot, Through goodly mixture of complexions dew."

"Each goodly thing is hardest to begin."

"O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet do ever tread!"

"In ashes and sackcloth he did array His daintie corse, proud humors to abate, And dieted with fasting euery day, The swelling of his woundes to mitigate, And made him pray both earely and eke late: And euer as superfluous flesh did rott Amendment readie still at hand did wayt, To pluck it out with pincers fyrie whott, That soone in him was lefte no one corrupted iott."

"Where iustice growes, there grows eke greter grace, The which doth quench the brond of hellish smart."

"The terme of life limited, Ne may a man prolong, nor shorten it; The souldier may not moue from watchfull sted, Nor leaue his stand, vntill his Captaine bed. Who life did limit by almightie doome, (Quoth he) knowes best the termes established; And he, that points the Centonell his roome, Doth license him depart at sound of morning droome."

"Death is the end of woes: die soone, O faries sonne."

"His hand did quake, And tremble like a leafe of Aspin greene, And troubled blood through his pale face was seene To come, and goe with tidings from the heart, As it a ronning messenger had beene."

"Saint George shalt called bee, Saint George of mery England, the signe of victoree."

"That darkesome caue they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullein mind."