He was writing a most wonderful story-poem called “The Faerie Queen.”

She led a charmed life.

O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength To make a more requital to your love.

[B]etter it as for him to trie the vttermoſt pointe of fortunes happe, than with diſhonour ſo to yeelde at the firſt blow of hyr frowarde hande, conſidering the abundance of treaſure whiche he had in ſtore, wherewith hee might wage ſouldiers and menne of warre out of Germanie and other places, in number ſufficient to matche with his enimies.