And threw me downe to paine in all this fire.Where lo I languish in so heauie smart,Because th'attempt was far aboue my Art,Hir state brooks not poore soules should come so nie hir.Yet I protest my high aspiring will,Was not to dispossesse hir of hir right,Hir Soueraigntie should haue remained still,I onely sought the blisse, to haue hir sight:Hir sight contented thus to see me spill,Fram'd my desires fit for hir eies to kill.Finis,Daniel.Canto primo.HArke all you Ladies that doo sleepe,The Fairie Queene ProserpinaBids you awake, and pitie them that weepe.You may doo in the darkeWhat the day doth forbid;Feare not the doggs that barke,Night will haue all hid.But if you let your Louers mone,The Fairie Queene ProserpinaWill send abroad hir Fairies euerie one:That shall pinch blacke and blewYour white hands and faire armes,That did not kindly reweYour Paramours harmes.In myrtle arbours on the downes,The Fairie Queene ProserpinaThis night by Moone shine leading merrie rounds,0