Long fed his greedie eyes with the faire sight
Of the bright mettall, shyning like Sunne rayes;
Handling and turning them a thousand wayes.
And after hauing them vpon him dight,
He tooke that Ladie, and her vp did rayse
Vpon the steed of her owne late dead knight,
So with her marched forth, as she did him behight.
There to their fortune leaue we them awhile, xl
And turne we backe to good Sir Calidore;
Who ere he thence had traueild many a mile,