VII
Faire Goddesse, lay that furious fit aside,
Till I of warres[°] and bloody Mars do sing,
And Briton fields with Sarazin bloud bedyde,
Twixt that great Faery Queene, and Paynim king,
That with their horrour heaven and earth did ring;
A worke of labour long and endlesse prayse:
But now a while let downe that haughtie string[°]
And to my tunes thy second tenor rayse,