Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599)

From ‘The Faery Queene’, Book I, Canto I, Stanza XLI.

AND more, to lulle him in his slumber soft,

A trickling streame from high rocke tumbling downe

And ever-drizling raine vpon the loft,

Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne

Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne:

No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,

As still are wont t’annoy the wallèd towne,

Might there be heard; but carelese Quiet lyes,

Wrapt in eternal silence farre from enemyes.