So fair a landscape charm'd the wond'ring knight;
And eke the breath of morning fresh and sweet
Inspir'd his jocund spirit with delight,
And ease of heart for soft pursuasion meet.
Then him the traytor base 'gan fair entreat,
And from the rock as downward they descend,
Of that blest lond his praises 'gan repeat,
Till he him moved hath with him to wend;
So to the billowy shore their hasty march they bend.