THE FAERY QUEEN. CANTO III. NOUGHT is there under heaven's wide hollowness, II. And now it is empassionèd so deep, For fairest Una's sake, of whom I sing, That my frail eyes these lines with tears do steep, Is from her knight divorced in despair, And her due loves derived to that vile witch's share. III. Yet she, most faithful lady, all this while Far from all people's preace, as in exile, Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought, IV. One day, nigh weary of the irksome way, V. It fortunèd, out of the thickest wood |