But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad; Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad. — Edmund Spenser
But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;
Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.
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As withered weed through cruell winters tine,
That feeles the warmth of sunny beames reflection,
Liftes up his head, that did before decline
And gins to spread his leafe before the faire sunshine.
A monster, which the Blatant beast men call,
A dreadfull feend of gods and men ydrad.
Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercy ever hope to have?
