By triall of his former harmes and cares,[445]
That he descride, and shonned still his slight:
The fish that once was caught, new bait will hardly bite.
Nath’lesse th’Enchaunter would not spare his paine, v
In hope to win occasion to his will;
Which when he long awaited had in vaine,
He chaungd his minde from one to other ill:
For to all good he enimy was still.
Vpon the way him fortuned to meet,
Faire marching vnderneath a shady hill,