Spatious

That Caſtle was moſt goodly edifyde, / And plaſte for pleaſure nigh that forreſt ſyde: / But faire before the gate a ſpatious playne, / Mantled with greene, it ſelfe did ſpredden wyde, / On which ſhe ſaw ſix knights, that did darrayne / Fiers battaill againſt one, with cruel might and mayne.

My father dead, my loue attaint of luſt: / Thats a large lye, as vaſt as ſpatious hell: / Poore guiltleſſe Ladie.

Wilt thou whoſe will is large and ſpatious, / Not once vouchſafe to hide my will in thine, / Shall will in others ſeeme right gracious, / And in my will no faire acceptance ſhine: […]

And when this ſpatious Courſe is run, / She to the outmoſt Sphere doth come, / And doth its Limits paſs, / And then the Convex back ſhe’ll preſs / Of the ſwift Æther, then ſhe’ll be / Prepar’d th’ Empyrean Source of Light to ſee.