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So from immortall race he does proceede,That mortall hands may not withstand his might,Drad for his derring doe, and bloody deed;For all in blood aud spoile is his delight.His am I Atin, his in wrong and right,That matter make for him to worke vpon,And stirre him vp to strife and cruell fight.Fly therefore, fly this fearfull stead anon,Least thy foolhardize worke thy sad confusion.
His be that care, whom most it doth concerne.(Sayd he) but whether with such hasty flightArt thou now bownd? for well mote I discerneGreat cause, that carries thee so swifte and light.My Lord (qd. he) me sent, and streight behightTo seeke Occasion; where so she bee:For he is all disposd to bloody fight,And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltee;Hard is his hap, that first fals in his ieopardee.
Mad man (said then the Palmer) that does seekeOccasion to wrath, and cause of strife;Shee comes vnsought, and shonned followes eke.Happy, who can abstaine, when Rancor rifeKindles Reuenge, and threats his rusty knife;Woe neuer wants, where euery cause is caught,And rash Occasion makes vnquiet life.Then loe, wher bound she sits, whō thou hast sought,Said Guyon, let that message to thy Lord be brought.
That when the varlett heard and saw, streight wayHe wexed wondrous wroth, and said, Vile knight,That knights & knighthood doest with shame vpbray,And shewst th'ensāple of thy childishe might,
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