His ruddie lips did smile, and rosy red
Did paint his chearefull cheekes, yet being ded:[471]
Seemd to haue beene a goodly personage,
Now in his freshest flowre of lustie hed,
Fit to inflame faire Lady with loues rage,
But that fiers fate did crop the blossome of his age.
Whom when the good Sir Guyon did behold, xlii
His hart gan wexe as starke, as marble stone,
And his fresh bloud did frieze with fearefull cold,
That all his senses seemd bereft attone:[472]