Cant. V.
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With silly weake old woman that did fight.Great glory and gay spoile sure hast thou gott,And stoutly prou'd thy puissaunce here in sight;That shall Pyrrhochles well requite, I wott,And with thy blood abolish so reprochfull blott.
With that one of his thrillant darts he threw,Headed with yre and vengeable despight;The quiuering steele his aymed end wel knew,And to his brest it selfe intended right:But he was wary, and ere it empightIn the meant marke, aduaunst his shield atweene,On which it seizing, no way enter might,But backe rebownding, left the forckhead keene;Estsoones he fled away, and might no where be seene.
Cant. V.
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Pyrrhochles does with Guyon fight,And Furors chayne vntyes,Who him sore wounds, whiles Atin toGymochles for ayd flyes.
Who euer doth to temperaunce applyHis stedfast life, and all his actions frame,Trust me, shal find no greater enimy,Then stubborne perturbation, to the same;To which right wel the wise doe giue that name,For it the goodly peace of staied mindesDoes ouerthrow, and troublous warre proclame:His owne woes author, who so bound it findes,As did Pirrhocles, and it wilfully vnbindes.
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