Page:Sir Martyn (1777).djvu/80

Rh

On till this Treachor waits, Obequiouly behind at ditance due; And till to accured gates, The Houe of Sorrow, thee ungodlie Two, Conduct their fainty thralls—Great things to do The Knight reolvd, but never yet could find The proper time, while till his mieries grew: And now thee Dæmons of the captive Mind Him to the drery Cave of reignd.

Deep in the wyldes of Faerie Lond it lay; Wide was the mouth, the roofe all rudely rent; Some parts receive, and ome exclude the Day, For deepe beneath the hill its caverns went: The ragged walls with lightning eemd ybrent, And loathlie vermin ever crept the flore: Yet all in sight, with towres and catles gent, A beauteous lawnkepe roe afore the dore, The which to view o fayre the Captives grieved ore.