Far from that haunt all other chearefull fowle;

When as the gentle Redcrosse Knight did

vew,

and howle.

XXXIV

wight,

The authour of this fact we here behold, What justice can but judge against thee right,

With thine owne blood to price his blood, here shed in sight?

XXXVIII

'What franticke fit,' quoth he, 'hath thus distraught

Thee, foolish man, so rash a doome to give? What justice ever other judgement taught, But he should dye, who merites not to live?

None els to death this man despayring drive,

But his owne guiltie mind deserving death.
Is then unjust to each his dew to give?
Or let him dye, that loatheth living breath?
Or let him die at ease, that liveth here un-
eath?

XXXIX

'Who travailes by the wearie wandring

way,

To come unto his wished home in haste, And meetes a flood, that doth his passage

stay,

Is not great grace to helpe him over past, Or free his feet, that in the myre sticke fast?

Most envious man, that grieves at neighbours good,

And fond, that joyest in the woe thou hast ! Why wilt not let him passe, that long hath stood

Upon the bancke, yet wilt thy selfe not pas the flood?

XL

'He there does now enjoy eternall rest And happy ease, which thou doest want and crave,

And further from it daily wanderest:
What if some little payne the passage have,
That makes frayle flesh to feare the bitter
wave ?

Is not short payne well borne, that bringes long ease,

And layes the soule to sleepe in quiet grave?