The firft was Fanfy, like a lovely boy
Of rare aspect, and beautie without peare,
Matchable either to that ympe of Troy
Whom love did love, and chofe his cup to beare,
Or that fame daintie lad which was fo deare
To great Alcides, that whenas he dyde,
He wailed womanlike with many a teare,
And every woode and every valley wyde,
With him went Hope in rancke, a handsome mayd,
Of chearefull looke and lovely to behold;
In filken famite fhe was light arayd,
He fild with Hylas' name; the nymphes eke Hy- | And her fayre locks were woven up in gold :
His garment neither was of filke nor fay,
But paynted plumes in goodly order dight,
Like as the fun-burnt Indians do aray
Their tawny bodies in their proudest plight :
As thofe fame plumes, fo feemd he vaine and light,
That by his gate might easily appeare,
For ftill he far'd as dauncing in delight,
An din his hand a windy fan did beare,
That in the ydle ayre he mov'd still here and theare.
And him befide marcht amorous Defyre,
Who feemd of ryper yeares then the other fwayne,
Yet was that other swayne this elder's fyre,
And gave him being commune to them twayne:
His garment was disguyfd very vayne,
And his embrodered bonet fat awry;
Twixt both his hands few sparks he clofe did And ever as Diffemblaunce laught on him,
Which still he blew and kindled bufily,
He lowrd on her with daungerous eye-glaunce,
Shewing his nature in his countenance;
That foone they life conceiv'd, and forth in flames His rolling eies did never rest in place,
But walkte each where for feare of hid mif
Holding a lattis still before his face, Through which he still did peep as forward he did pace.
Next him went Griefe and Fury, matcht yfere;
Grief all in fable sorrowfully clad,
Downe hanging his dull head with heavy chere,
Yet inly being more than seeming fad;
A paire of pincers in his hand he had,
With which he pinched many people to the hart,
That from thenceforth a wretched life thay ladd
In wilfull languor and confuming smart,
Dying each day with inward wounds of Dolour's
dart.
But fury was full ill appareiled
In rags, that naked nigh she did appeare,
With ghastly lookes and dreadfull drerihed;
For from her backe her garments she did teare,
And from her head ofte rent her fnarled heare;
In her right hand a firebrand shee did toffe
About her head, still roming here and there,
As a difmayed deare in chace embost,
Forgetfull of his fafety hath his right way loft.
After them went Displeasure and Pleasaunce,
He looking lompish and full fullein sad,
And hanging downe his heavy countenaunce;