Maius, that sat with so benign a cheer, 2871 Her to behold it seemed faërie; Queen Esther never look’d with such an eye On Assuere, so meek a look had she; I may you not devise all her beauty; But thus much of her beauty tell I may, That she was hike the bright morrow of May Full filled of all beauty and pleasánce. This January is ravish’d in a trance, At every time he looked in her face; But in his heart he gan her to menace, That he that night in armës would her strain Harder than ever Paris did Heléne. But natheless yet had he great pitý That thilkë night offendë her must he, And thought, “Alas, O tender creatúre, Now wouldë God ye mightë well endure All my couráge, it is so sharp and keen; I am aghast 2872 ye shall it not sustene. But God forbid that I did all my might. Now wouldë God that it were waxen night,