Was hardly seene or knowne. Now at these sports he toyld himselfe That he a sicknesse tooke, Through which all manly exercise He carelesly forsooke. Where lying on his bed sore sicke, King Arthurs doctor came, With cunning skill, by physicks art, To ease and cure the same. His body being so slender small, This cunning doctor tooke A fine prospective glasse, with which He did in secret looke Into his sickened body downe, And therein saw that Death Stood ready in his wasted guts To sease his vitall breath. His armes and leggs consum'd as small As was a spiders web, Through which his dying houre grew on, For all his limbes grew dead. His face no bigger than an ants, Which hardly could be seene: The losse of which renowned knight Much griev'd the king and queene. And so with peace and quietnesse He left this earth below; And up into the Fayry Land His ghost did fading goe. Whereas the Fayry Queene receiv'd With heavy mourning cheere, The body of this valiant knight Whom she esteem'd so deere. For with her dancing nymphes in greene, She fetcht him from his bed, With musicke and sweet melody So soone as life was fled: For whom king Arthur and his knights Full forty daies did mourne; And, in remembrance of his name That was so strangely borne,