Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I

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Excerpt: ...wight Were housed there within, whom he enlargen might. XXXVIII Therewith an hollow, dreary, murmuring voyce 335 These pitteous plaints and dolours did resound; O who is that, which brings me happy choyce Of death, that here lye dying every stound, Yet live perforce in balefull darkenesse bound? For now three Moones have changed thrice their hew, 340 And have been thrice hid underneath the ground, Since I the heavens chearfull face did vew, O welcome thou, that doest of death bring tydings trew. XXXIX Which when that Champion heard, with percing point Of pitty deare his hart was thrilled sore, 345 And trembling horrour ran through every joynt For ruth of gentle knight so fowle forlore: Which shaking off, he rent that yron dore, With furious force, and indignation fell; Where entred in, his foot could find no flore, 350 But all a deepe descent, as darke as hell, That breathed ever forth a filthie banefull smell. XL But neither darkenesse fowle, nor filthy bands, Nor noyous smell his purpose could withhold, (Entire affection hateth nicer hands) 355 But that with constant zeale, and courage bold, After long paines and labours manifold, He found the meanes that Prisoner up to reare; Whose feeble thighes, unhable to uphold His pined corse, him scarse to light could beare. 360 A ruefull spectacle of death and ghastly drere. XLI His sad dull eyes deepe sunck in hollow pits, Could not endure th' unwonted sunne to view; His bare thin cheekes for want of better bits, And empty sides deceived of their dew, 365 Could make a stony hart his hap to rew; His rawbone armes, whose mighty brawned bowrs° Were wont to rive steele plates, and helmets hew, Were cleane consum'd, and all his vitall powres Decayd, and all his flesh shronk up like withered flowres. XLII 370 Whom when his Lady saw, to him she ran With hasty joy: to see him made her glad, And sad to view his visage pale and wan, Who earst in flowres of freshest youth was clad. Tho when her well of teares she...