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COMPLAINTS (1591) XXXlll<br />

he Chaucerian spirit <strong>The</strong> gravely-drawn portrait <strong>of</strong> the formal priest,<br />

who could not read or write .<br />

Of such deep learning httle had he neede,<br />

Ne yet <strong>of</strong> Latme, ne <strong>of</strong> Greeke, that breede,<br />

Doubts mongst Divines, and difference <strong>of</strong> texts,<br />

From whence arise diversitie <strong>of</strong> sects,<br />

And hateful heresies, <strong>of</strong> God abhor*d<br />

But this good Sir did follow the plaine word,<br />

Ne meddled with their controversies vaine (11 386-91)<br />

—as well as the sermon that follows,with its sublime excuse for the neglect<br />

<strong>of</strong> all a pastor's duties by the text All shalbe taught <strong>of</strong> God, is in the best<br />

vein <strong>of</strong> Chaucerian irony Like Chaucer too he does not labour his<br />

moral, but tells his story vividly and in places with a real humour But<br />

from this he can rise into the manner more essentially characteristic <strong>of</strong><br />

his own art His idealism finds voice in the brief appeal against the<br />

degradation <strong>of</strong> poetry and in the picture <strong>of</strong> the brave courtier, his indignation<br />

in the magnificent outburst <strong>of</strong> invective at the pitiful suitor's state<br />

Mother Hubberds Tale is Spenser's only poem written with a definite<br />

satiric purpose, it reveals a combination <strong>of</strong> qualities which are not<br />

commonly attributed to him—a satiric power ranging from the slyest suggestion<br />

to savage irony, a shrewd and humorous knowledge <strong>of</strong> the world,<br />

and a certain primitive understanding <strong>of</strong> both animal and human nature<br />

<strong>The</strong> Teares <strong>of</strong> the Muses and the Ruines <strong>of</strong> Time are far less interesting<br />

<strong>The</strong> whole tone <strong>of</strong> the former, out <strong>of</strong> touch with the development <strong>of</strong><br />

poetry which finds such generous if somewhat uncritical recognition only<br />

a little later in Colin Clouts Come <strong>Home</strong> Agamef suggests that it was<br />

written at least before Spenser's return from Ireland, and perhaps earlier<br />

still Passages in it recall the language <strong>of</strong> Cuddie in October <strong>of</strong> the<br />

Sheptheardes Calender, but there is no Piers to give the antidote, and the<br />

monotonous harping upon the degeneracy <strong>of</strong> the times does not ring<br />

entirely true <strong>The</strong> Ruines <strong>of</strong> Time also contains early work, and in<br />

the ' tragick Pageaunts' with which it closes we have a return to the<br />

emblematic art <strong>of</strong> the early Visions. But from a lament which, for the<br />

most part, is conventional both in style and setting, Spenser rises to<br />

genuine feeling in his scorn for the ' courting masker' who fawned on<br />

the great Leicester in the days <strong>of</strong> his prosperity, and now that he is dead<br />

upbraids his deeds (197-224) , and in his tribute to Sidney's memory<br />

(281-343) his verse takes on that peculiarly haunting melody in which<br />

he is wont to voice an intimate emotion<br />

Muiopotmos was written in 1590, it seems to have been printed<br />

separately in that year and then added to the Complaints. Its tone is verydifferent<br />

from the other contents <strong>of</strong> the book. <strong>The</strong> lines which Keats<br />

borrowed from it as a motto for his first volume :<br />

What more felicitie can fall to creature<br />

Than to enjoy delight with hbertie ?

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