Over the fields, in his frank lustiness,
And all the champain o'er, he soared light,
And all the country wide he did possess,
Feeding upon their pleasures bounteously,
That none gainsaid and none did him envy.
The woods, the rivers, and the meadows green,
With his air-cutting wings he measured wide,
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Like as a wayward child, whose sounder sleepHe would doubtless have justified himself by the familiar example of Homer's comparing Ajax to a donkey in the eleventh book of the Iliad. So also in the ‘Epithalamion’ it grates our nerves to hear,
Is broken with some fearful dream's affright,
With froward will doth set himself to weep
Ne can be stilled for all his nurse's might,
But kicks and squalls and shrieks for fell despight,
Now scratching her and her loose locks misusing,
Now seeking darkness and now seeking light,
Then craving suck, and then the suck refusing.
Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful,Such examples serve to show how strong a dose of Spenser's aurum potabile the language needed.
Pour out to all that wull.
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