The waies, through which my weary steps I guyde,In this delightful land of Faery,Are so exceeding spacious and wyde,And sprinckled with such sweet variety,Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye,That I nigh rauisht with rare thoughts delight,My tedious trauell doe forget thereby;And when I gin to feele decay of might,It strength to me supplies and chears my dulled spright.
-Edmund Spenser
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