Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 40.

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That darksome cave they enter, where they find

That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,

Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,

No arborett with painted blossoms drest

And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd

To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.