Of ships and souldiers yet the wrath the which he had before Conceyued in his fathers brest for murthring of his sonne Androgeus made him farre more strong and fiercer for to ronne To rightfull battell to reuenge the great displeasure donne Howbeit he thought it best ere he his warfare did begin To finde the meanes of forreine aides some friendship for to win And therevpon with flying fléete where passage did permit He went to visit all the Iles that in those seas doe fit Anon the Iles Astypaley and Anaphey both twaine The first constreynde for feare of war the last in hope of gaine Tooke part with him Low Myconey did also with him hold So did the chalkie Cymoley and Syphney which of olde Was verie riche with veynes of golde and Scyros full of bolde And valiant men and Seryphey the smooth or rather fell And Parey which for Marblestone doth beare away the bell And Sythney which a wicked wench callde Arne did betray For mony who vpon receit thereof without delay Was turned to a birde which yet of golde is gripple still And is as blacke as any cole both fethers féete and bill A Cadowe is the name of hir But yet Olyarey And Didymey and Andrey eke and Tene and Gyarey And Pepareth where Oliue trees most plenteously doe grow In no wise would agrée their helpe on Minos to bestow Then Minos turning lefthandwise did sayle to Oenope Where reignde that time King Aeacus This Ile had called be Of old by name of Oenope but Aeacus turnde the name And after of his mothers name Aegina callde the same The common folke ran out by heapes desirous for to sée A man of such renowne as Minos bruted was to bée The Kings three sonnes Duke Telamon Duke Peley and the yong Duke Phocus went to méete with him Old Aeacus also clung With age came after leysurely and asked him the cause Of his repaire The ruler of the hundred Shires gan pause And musing on the inward griefe that nipt him at the hart Did shape him aunswere thus O Prince vouchsafe to take my part In this same godly warre of mine assist me in the iust Reuengement of my murthred sonne that sléepeth in the dust I craue your comfort for his death Aeginas sonne replide Thy suite is vaine and of my Realme perforce must be denide For vnto Athens is no lande more sure than this alide Such leagues betwéene vs are which shall infringde for me abide Away went Minos sad and said full dearly shalt thou bie Thy leagues He thought it for to be a better pollicie To threaten war than war to make and there to spend his store And strength which in his other needes might much auaile him more As yet might from Oenopia walles the Cretish fléete be kend When thitherward with puffed sayles and wind at will did tend A ship from Athens which anon arriuing at the strand Set Cephal with Ambassade from his Countrimen a land The Kings thrée sonnes though long it were since last they had him séene Yet knew they him And after olde acquaintance eft had béene Renewde by shaking hands to Court they did him streight conuay This Prince which did allure the eyes of all men by the way As in whose stately person still remained to be séene The markes of beautie which in flowre of former yeares had béene Went holding out on Olife braunch that grew in Atticke lande And for the reuerence of his age there went on eyther hand A Nobleman of yonger yeares Sir Clytus on the right And Butes on the left the sonnes of one that Pallas hâ—ght When gréeting first had past betweene these Nobles and the King Then Cephal setting streight a broche the message he did bring Desired aide and shewde what leagues stoode then in sorce betwéene His countrie and the Aeginites and also what had béene Decréed betwixt their aunceters concluding in the ende That vnder colour of this war which Minos did pretende To only Athens he in déede the conquest did intende Of all Achaia When he thus by helpe of learned skill His countrie message furthred had King Aeacus leaning still His left hand on his scepter saide My Lordes I would not haue Your state of Athens séeme so straunge as succor here to craue I pray commaund For be ye sure that what this Ile can make Is yours Yea all that ere I haue shall hazard for your sake I want no strength I haue such store of souldiers that I may Both vex my foes and also kéepe my Realme in quiet stay And now I thinke me blest of God that time doth serue to showe Without excuse the great good will that I to Athens owe. God holde it sir ê™ Cephalus God make the number grow Of people in this towne of yours it did me good a late When such a goodly sort of youth of all one age and rate Did méete me in the stréete but yet me thinkes that many misse Which at my former being here I haue beheld ere this At that the King did â—igh and thus with plaintfull voice did say A sad beginning aftâ—rward in better lucke did stay I would I plainly could the same before your faces lay Howbeit I will disorderly repeate it as I may And least I séeme to wearie you with ouerlong delay The men that you so mindefully enquire for lie in ground And nought of them saue bones and dust remayneth to be found But as it hapt what losse thereby did vnto me redound A cruell plague through Iunos wrath who dreadfully did hate This Land that of hir husbands Loue did take the name of late Upon my people fell as long as that the maladie None other séemde than such as haunts mans nature vsually And of so great mortalitie the hurtfull cause was hid We stroue by Phisicke of the same the Pacients for to rid The mischief ouermaistred Art yea Phisick was to séeke To doe it selfe good First the Aire with foggâ—e stinking réeke Did daily ouerdréepe the earth and close culme Clouds did make The wether faint and while the Moone foure time hir light did take And fillde hir emptie hornes therewith and did as often slake The warme South windes with deadly heate continually did blow Infected were the Springs and Ponds and streames that ebbe flow And swarmes of Serpents crawld about the fieldes that lay vntillde Which with their poison euen the brookes and running waters fillde In sodaine dropping downe of Dogs of Horses Shéepe and Kine Of Birds Beasts both wild tame as Oxen Wolues Swine The mischiefe of this secret sore first outwardly appéeres The wretched Plowman was amazde to sée his sturdie Stéeres Amid the â—orrow sinking downe ere halfe his worke was donne Whole flocks of shéepe did faintly bleate and therewithall begonne Their fléeces for to fall away and leaue the naked skin And all their bodies with the rot attainted were within The lustie Horse that erst was fierce in field renowne to win Against his kinde
flying fame And now the folke that in the land of rich Achaia dwelt Praid him of succor in the harmes and perils that they felt Although the land of Calydon had then Meleager Yet was it faine in humble wise to Theseus to prefer A supplication for the aide of him The cause wherfore They made such humble suit to him was this There was a Bore The which Diana for to wreake hir wrath conceyude before Had thither as hir seruant sent the countrie for to waast For men report that Oenie when he had in storehouse plaast The full encrease of former yeare to Ceres did assigne The firstlings of his corne and fruits to Bacchus of the Uine And vnto Pallas Olife oyle This honoring of the Gods Of graine and fruits who put their help to â—oyling in the clods Ambitiously to all euen those that dwell in heauen did clime Diannas Altars as it hapt alonly at that time Without reward of Frankincense were ouerskipt they say Euen Gods are subiect vnto wrath He shall not scape away Unpunisht Though vnworshipped he passed me wyth spight He shall not make his vaunt he scapt me vnreuenged quight Quoth Phoebe And anon she sent a Bore to Oenies ground Of such a hugenesse as no Bull could euer yet be found In Epyre But in Sicilie are Bulles much lesse than hée His eâ—es did glister blud and fire right dreadfull was to sée His brawned necke right dredfull was his haire which grew as thicke With pricking points as one of them could well by other â—â—icke And like a front of armed Pikes set close in battell ray The sturdie bristles on his back stoode staring vp alway The scalding â—ome with gnashing hoarse which he did cast aside Upon his large and brawned shield did white as Curdes abide Among the greatest Oliphants in all the land of Inde A greater tush than had this Boare ye shall not lightly finde Such lightning flashed from his chappes as seared vp the grasse Now trampled he the spindling corne to ground where he did passe Now ramping vp their riped hope he made the Plowmen weepe And chankt the kernell in the eare In vaine their floores they swéepe In vaine their Barnes for Haruest long the likely store they kéepe The spreaded Uines with clustred Grapes to ground he rudely sent And full of Berries loden boughes from Olife trées he rent On cattell also did he rage The shepeherd nor his dog Nor â—et the Bulles could saue the herdes from outrage of this Hog The folke themselues were faine to flie And yet they thought theÌ„ not In safetie when they had themselues within the Citie got Untill their Prince Meleager and with their Prince a knot Oâ— Lords and lustie gentlemen of hand and courage stout With chosen fellowes for the nonâ—â— of all the Lands about Inflamed were to win renowne The chiefe that thither came Were both the twinnes of Tyndarus of great renowne and fame The one in all actiuitie of manhode strength and force The other for his cunning skill in handling of a horse And Iason he that first of all the Gallie did inuent And Theseus with Pirithous betwene which two there wont A happie leage of amitie And two of Thesties race And Lynce the sonne of Apharie and Idas swift of pace And fierce Leucyppus and the braue Acastus with his Dart In handling of the which he had the perfect skill and Art And Caeny who by birth a wench the shape of man had wonne And Drias and Hippothous and Phoenix eke the sonne Of olde Amyntor and a paire of Actors ympes and Phyle Who came from Elis. Telamon was also there that while And so was also Peleus the great Achilles Sire And Pherets sonne and Iölay the Thebane who with fire Helpt Hercules the monstruous heades of Hydra of to â—eare The liuely Lad Eurytion and Echion who did beare The pricke and prise for footemanship were present also there And Lelex of Narytium to And Panopie beside And Hyle and cruell Hippasus and Naestor who thâ—t tide Was in the Prime of lustie youth Moreouer thither went Thrée children of Hippocoön from old Amicle sent And he that of Penelope the fathrinlaw became And eke the sonne of Parrhasus Ancaeus cald by name There was the sonne of Ampycus of great forecasting wit And Oeclies sonne who of his wife was vnbetrayed yit And from the Citie Tegea there came the Paragone Of Lycey forrest Atalant a goodly Ladie one Of Schoenyes daughters then a Maide The garment she did weare A brayded button fastned at hir gorget All hir heare Untrimmed in one only knot was trussed From hir left Side hanging on hir shoulder was an Iuorie quiuer deft Which being full of arrowes made a clattring as she went And in hir right hand she did beare a Bow already bent Hir furniture was such as this Hir countnance and hir grace Was such as in a Boy might well be cald a Wenches face And in a Wench be cald a Boyes The Prince of Calydon No sooner cast his eâ—e on hir but being caught anon In loue he wisht hir to his wife but vnto this desire God Cupid gaue not his consent The secret flames of fire He haling inward still did say O happy man is he Whom this same Ladie shall vouchsaue hir Husband for to be The shortnesse of the time and shame would giue him leaue to say No more a worke of greater weight did draw him then away A wood thick growen with trées which stoode vnfelled to that day Beginning from a plaine had thence a large prospect throughout The falling grounds that euery way did muster round about Assone as that the men came there some pitched vp the toyles Some tooke the couples from the Dogs and some pursude the foyles In places where the Swine had tract desiring for to spie Their owne destruction Now there was a hollow bottom by To which the watershots of raine from all the high grounds drew Within the compasse of this pond great store of Oysyers grew And Sallowes lithe and flackring Flags and moorish Rushes eke And lazie Réedes on little shankes and other baggage like From hence the Bore was rowzed out and fiersly forth he flies Among the thickest of his foes like thunder from the Skies When Clouds in meeting force the fire to burst by violence out He beares the trées before him downe and all the wood about Doth sound of crashing All the youth with hideous noyse and shout Against him bend their Boarspeare points with hand courage stout He rushes forth among the Dogs that held him at a bay And now on this side now on that as any come in way He rippes their skinnes and splitteth them and chaseth theÌ„ away Echion first of all the rout a Dart at him did throw Which mist and in a Maple trée did giue a little blow The next if he that threw the same had vsed lesser might The backe at which he
toother Aiax better stayëd doo And féerce Evvrypyle and the sonne of hault Andremon too No lesse myght éeke Idominey and éeke Meriones His countryman and Menelay For euery one of these Are valeant men of hand and not inferior vntoo thée In martiall feates And yit they are contented rulde too bée By myne aduyce Thou hast a hand that serueth well in fyght Thou hast a wit that stands in néede of my direction ryght Thy force is witlesse I haue care of that that may ensew Thou well canst fyght the king dooth choose the tymes for fyghting dew By myne aduyce Thou only with thy body canst auayle But I with bodye and with mynd too profite doo not fayle And looke how much the mayster dooth excell the gally slaue Or looke how much preheminence the Capteine ought too haue Aboue his souldyer euen so much excell I also thée A wit farre passing strength of hand inclosed is in mée In wit rests chéefly all my force My Lordes I pray bestowe This gift on him who ay hath béene your watchman as yée knowe And for my tenne yéeres cark and care endured for your sake Full recompence for my deserts with this same honour make Our labour draweth too an end all lets are now by mée Dispatched And by bringing Troy in cace too taken bée I haue already taken it Now by the hope that yée Conceyue within a whyle of Troy the ruine for too sée And by the Goddes of whom a late our emnyes I bereft And as by wisedome too bée doone yit any thing is left If any bold auentrous déede or any perlous thing That asketh hazard both of lyfe and limb too passe too bring Or if yée think of Troiane fates there yit dooth ought remayne Remember mée or if from mee this armour you restrayne Bestowe it on this same With that he shewed with his hand Mineruas fatall image which hard by in syght did stand The Lords were moued with his woordes then appéered playne The force that is in eloquence The lerned man did gayne The armour of the valeant He that did so oft susteine Alone both fyre and swoord and Ioue and Hector could not byde One brunt of wrath And whom no force could vanquish ere that tyde Now only anguish ouercommes He drawes his swoord and sayes Well this is myne yit Untoo this no clayme Vlysses layes This must I vse ageinst myself this blade that heretoofore Hath bathed béene in Troiane blood must now his mayster gorâ— That none may Aiax ouercome saue Aiax With that woord Intoo his brest not wounded erst he thrust his deathfull swoord His hand too pull it out ageine vnable was The blood Did spout it out Anon the ground bestayned where he stood Did breede the pretye purple flowre vppon a clowre of gréene Which of the wound of Hyacinth had erst engendred beene The selfsame letters eeke that for the chyld were written than Were now againe amid the flowre new written for the man The former tyme complaynt the last a name did represent Vlysses hauing wonne the pryse within a whyle was sent Too Thoants and Hypsiphiles realme the land defamde of old For murthering all the men therin by women ouer bold At length attayning land and lucke according too his mynd Too carry Hercles arrowes backe he set his sayles too wynd Which when he with the lord of them among the Gréekes had brought And of the cruell warre at length the vtmost feate had wrought At once both Troy and Priam fell And Priams wretched wife Lost after all her womans shape and barked all her lyfe In forreine countrye In the place that bringeth too a streight The long spred sea of Hellespont did Ilion burne in height The kindled fyre with blazing flame continewed vnalayd And Priam with his aged blood Ioues Altar had berayd And Phebus préestesse casting vp her handes too heauen on hye Was dragd and haled by the heare The Grayes most spyghtfully As eche of them had prisoners tane in méede of victorye Did drawe the Troiane wyues away whoo lingring whyle they mought Among the burning temples of theyr Goddes did hang about Theyr sacred shrynes and images Astyanax downe was cast From that same turret from the which his moother in tyme past Had shewed him his father stand oft fyghting too defend Himself and that same famous realme of Troy that did descend From many noble auncetors And now the northerne wynd With prosperous blasts too get them thence did put y â— Greekes in mynd The shipmen went aboord and hoyst vp sayles and made fro thence A déew déere Troy the women cryde wée haled are from hence And therwithall they kist the ground and left yit smoking still Theyr natiue houses Last of all tooke shippe ageinst her will Quéene Hecub who a piteous cace too see was found amid The tumbes in which her sonnes were layd And there as Hecub did Embrace theyr chists and kisse theyr bones Vlysses voyd of care Did pull her thence Yit raught shée vp and in her boosom bare Away a crum of Hectors dust and left on Hectors graue Her hory heares and teares which for poore offrings shée him gaue Ageinst the place where Ilion was there is another land Manured by the Biston men In this same Realme did stand King Polemnestors palace riche too whom king Priam sent His little infant Polydore too foster too th entent He might bée out of daunger from the warres wherin he ment Ryght wysely had he not with him great riches sent a bayt Too stirre a wicked couetous mynd too treason and deceyt For when the state of Troy decayd the wicked king of Thrace Did cut his nurâ—echylds weazant and as though the sinfull cace Toogither with the body could haue quyght béene put away He threw him also in the sea It happened by the way That Agamemnon was compeld with all his fléete too stay Uppon the coast of Thrace vntill the sea were wexen calme And till the hideous stormes did cease and furious wynds were falne Héere rysing gastly from the ground which farre about him brake Achilles with a threatning looke did like resemblance make As when at Agamemnon he his wrongfull swoord did shake And sayd Unmyndfull part yée hence of mée O Gréekes and must My merits thanklesse thus with mée be buryed in the dust Nay doo not so But too th entent my death dew honour haue Let Polyxene in sacrifyse bée slayne vppon my graue Thus much he sayd and shortly his companions dooing as By vision of his cruell ghost commaundment giuen them was Did fetch her from her mothers lappe whom at that tyme well néere In that most great aduersitie alonly shée did chéere The haultye and vnhappye mayd and rather too bée thought A man than woman too the tumb with cruell hands was brought Too make a cursed sacrifyse Whoo mynding constantly Her honour when shée standing at the Altar prest too dye Perceyvd the sauage ceremonies in making ready and The cruell Neöptolemus with naked swoord
voyd of strength and lush and foggye is the blade â–ª And chéeres the husbandman with hope Then all things florish gay The earth with flowres of sundry hew then seemeth for too play And vertue small or none too herbes there dooth as yit belong The yeere from spring tyde passing foorth too sommer wexeth strong Becommeth lyke a lusty youth For in our lyfe through out There is no tyme more plentifull more lusty whote and stout Then followeth Haruest when the heate of youth growes sumwhat cold Rype méeld disposed meane betwixt a yoongman and an old And sumwhat sprent with grayish heare Then vgly winter last Like age steales on with trembling steppes all bald or ouercast With shirle thinne heare as whyght as snowe Our bodies also ay Doo alter still from tyme too tyme and neuer stand at stay Wée shall not bée the same wée were too day or yisterday The day hath béene wée were but séede and only hope of men And in our moothers womb wée had our dwelling place as then Dame Nature put too conning hand and suffred not that wée Within our moothers streyned womb should ay distressod bée But brought vs out too aire and from our prison set vs frée The chyld newborne lyes voyd of strength Within a season tho He wexing fowerfooted lernes like sauage beastes too go Then sumwhat foltring and as yit not firme of foote he standes By getting sumwhat for too helpe his sinewes in his handes From that tyme growing strong and swift he passeth foorth the space Of youth and also wearing out his middle age a pace Through drooping ages stéepye path he ronneth out his race This age dooth vndermyne the strength of former yeares and throwes It downe which thing old Milo by example playnely showes For when he sawe those armes of his which héeretoofore had béene As strong as euer Hercules in woorking deadly téene Of biggest beastes hang flapping downe and nought but empty skin He wept And Helen when shée saw her aged wrincles in A glasse wept also musing in herself what men had séene That by twoo noble princes sonnes shée twyce had rauisht béene Thou tyme the eater vp of things and age of spyghtfull téene Destroy all things And when that long continuance hath them bit You leysurely by lingring death consume them euery whit And theis that wée call Elements doo neuer stand at stay The enterchaunging course of them I will before yée lay Giue héede thertoo This endlesse world conteynes therin I say Fowre substances of which all things are gendred Of theis fower The Earth and Water for theyr masse and weyght are sunken lower The other cowple Aire and Fyre the purer of the twayne Mount vp nought can kéepe theÌ„ downe And though there doo remayne A space betwéene eche one of them yit euery thing is made Of themsame fowre and intoo them at length ageine doo fade The earth resoluing leysurely dooth melt too water shéere The water fyned turnes too aire The aire éeke purged cléere From grossenesse spyreth vp aloft and there becommeth fyre From thence in order contrary they backe ageine retyre Fyre thickening passeth intoo Aire and Ayër wexing grosse Returnes too water Water éeke congealing intoo drosse Becommeth earth No kind of thing kéepes ay his shape and hew For nature louing euer chaunge repayres one shape a new Uppon another â–ª neyther dooth there perrish aught trust mée In all the world but altring takes new shape For that which wée Doo terme by name of being borne is for too gin too bée Another thing than that it was And likewise for too dye Too cease too bée the thing it was And though that varyably Things passe perchaunce from place too place yit all from whence they came Returning doo vnperrisshed continew still the same But as for in one shape bée sure that nothing long can last Euen so the ages of the world from gold too Iron past Euen so haue places oftentymes exchaunged theyr estate For I haue séene it sea which was substanciall ground alate Ageine where sea was I haue séene the same become dry lond And shelles and scales of Seafish farre haue lyen from any strond And in the toppes of mountaynes hygh old Anchors haue béene â—ound Déepe valleyes haue by watershotte béene made of leuell ground And hilles by force of gulling oft haue intoo sea béene worne Hard grauell ground is sumtyme séene where marris was beforne And that that erst did suffer drowght becommeth standing lakes Héere nature sendeth new springs out and there the old in takes Full many riuers in the world through earthquakes heretoofore Haue eyther chaundgd theyr former course or dryde and ronne no more Soo Lycus béeing swallowed vp by gaping of the ground A greatway of fro thence is in another channell found Euen so the riuer Erasine among the feeldes of Arge Sinkes onewhyle and another whyle ronnes greate ageine at large â–ª Caycus also of the land of Mysia as men say Misliking of his former head ronnes now another way In Sicill also Amasene ronnes sumtyme full and hye And sumtyme stopping vp his spring he makes his chanell drye Men drank the waters of the brooke Anigrus heretoofore Which now is such that men abhorre too towche them any more Which commes too passe onlesse wée will discredit Poets quyght Bycause the Centaures vanquisshed by Hercules in fyght Did wash theyr woundes in that same brooke But dooth not Hypanis That springeth in the Scythian hilles which at his fountaine is Ryght pleasant afterward becomme of brackish bitter taste Antissa and Phenycian Tyre and Pharos in tyme past Were compast all about with waues but none of all theis thrée Is now an I le Ageine the towne of Levvcas once was frée From sea and in the auncient tyme was ioyned too the land But now enuirond round about with water it dooth stand Men say that Sicill also hath béene ioynd too Italy Untill the sea consumde the bounds béetwéene and did supply The roome with water If yee go too séeke for Helicee And Burye which were Cities of Achaia you shall sée Them hidden vnder water and the shipmen yit doo showe The walles and stéeples of the townes drownd vnder as they rowe Not farre from Pitthey Troyzen is a certeine high ground found All voyd of trées which héeretoofore was playne and leuell ground But now a mountayne for the wyndes a woondrous thing too say Inclosed in the hollow caues of ground and séeking way Too passe therefro in struggling long too get the open skyeâ— In vayne bycause in all the caue there was no vent wherby Too issue out did stretch the ground and make it swell on hye As dooth a bladder that is blowen by mouth or as the skinne Of horned Goate in bottlewyse when wynd is gotten in The swelling of the foresayd place remaynes at this day still And by continuance waxing hard is growen a pretye hill Of many things that come too mynd by héersay and by skill Of good experience I a
wisely for to viewe What one he is that for thy grace in humble wise doth sewe I am not one that dwelles among the hilles and stonie rockes I am no shéepehearde with a Curre attending on the flockes I am no Carle nor countrie Clâ—wne nor neathearde taking charge Of cattle grazing here and there within this Forrest large Thou doest not know poore simple soule God wote thou dost nor knowe â–ª From whome thou fléest â–ª For If thou knew thou wouldste not flée me so In Delphos is my chiefe abode my Temples also stande At Glaros and at Patara within the Lycian lande And in the I le of Tenedos the people honour mée The king of Gods himselfe is knowne my father for to bée By me is knowne that was that is and that that shall ensue By mée men learne to sundrie tunes to frame swéete ditties true â–ª In shooting haue I stedfast hand but sured hand had hée That made this wound within my heart that heretofore was frée Of Phisicke and of surgerie I found the Artes for néede The powre of euerie herbe and plant doth of my gift procéede Nowe wo is me that neare an herbe can heale the hurt of loue And that the Artes that others helpe their Lord doth helpelesse proue As Phoebus would haue spoken more away Penaeis stale With fearefull steppes and left him in the midst of all his tale And as she ran the méeting windes hir garments backewarde blue So that hir naked skinne apearde behinde hir as she flue Hir goodly yellowe golden haire that hanged loose and slacke With euery puffe of ayre did waue and tosse behinde hir backe Hir running made hir séeme more fayre the youthfull God therefore Coulde not abyde to waste his wordes in dalyance any more But as his loue aduysed him he gan to mende his pace And with the better foote before the fléeing Nymph to chace And euen as when the gréedie Grewnde doth course the sielie Hare Amiddes the plaine and champion fielde without all couert bare Both twaine of them doe straine themselues and lay on footemanship Who may best runne with all his force the tother to outstrip The tone for safetie of his lyfe the tother for his pray The Grewnde aye prest with open mouth to beare the Hare away Thrusts forth his snoute and gyrdeth out and at hir loynes doth snatch As though he would at euerie stride betwéene his téeth hir latch Againe in doubt of being caught the Hare aye shrinking slips Upon the sodaine from his Iawes and from betwéene his lips So farde Apollo and the Mayde hope made Apollo swift And feare did make the Mayden fléete deuising how to shift Howebeit he that did pursue of both the swifter went As furthred by the feathred wings that Cupid had him lent So that he would not let hir rest but preased at hir héele So néere that through hir scattred haire she might his breathing féele But when she sawe hir breath was gone and strength began to fayle The colour faded in hir chéekes and ginning for to quayle Shée looked to Penaeus streame and sayde nowe Father dere And if you streames haue powre of Gods then help your daughter here O let the earth deuour me quicke on which I séeme to fayre Or else this shape which is my harme by chaunging straight appayre This piteous prayer scarce sed hir sinewes waxed starke And therewithall about hir breast did grow a tender barke Hir haire was turned into leanes hir armes in boughes did growe Hir feete that were ere while so swift now rooted were as slowe Hir crowne became the toppe and thus of that she earst had beene Remayned nothing in the worlde but beautie fresh and gréene Which when that Phoebus did beholde affection did so moue The trée to which his loue was turnde he coulde no lesse but loue And as he softly layde his hande vpon the tender plant Within the barke newe ouergrowne he felt hir heart yet pant And in his armes embracing fast hir boughes and braunches lythe He proferde kisses to the trée the trée did from him writhe Well quoth Apollo though my Féere and spouse thou can not bée Assuredly from this tyme forth yet shalt thou be my trée Thou shalt adorne my golden lookes and eke my pleasant Harpe Thou shalt adorne my Quyuer full of shafâ—s and arrowes sharpe Thou shalt adorne the valiant knyghts and royall Emperours When for their noble feates of armes like mightie conquerours Triumphantly with stately pompe vp to the Capitoll They shall ascende with solemne traine that doe their déedes â—xtoll Before Augustus Pallace doore full duely shalt thou warde The Oke amid the Pallace â–ª yarde aye faythfully to gaâ—de And as my heade is neuer â—oulde nor neuer more without A séemely bushe of youthfull haire that spreadeth rounde about Euen so this honour giue I thée continâ—ally to haue Thy braunches clad from time to tyme with leaues both fresh braue Now when that Pean of this talke had fully made an ende The Lawrell â–ª to his iust request did séeme to condescende By bowing of hir newe made boughes and tender braunches downe and wagging of hir séemely toppe as if it were hir crowne There is a lande in Thessalie enclosd on euery syde With wooddie hilles that Timpe hight through mid whereof doth glide Penaeus gushing full of froth from foote of Pindus hye Which with his headlong falling downe doth cast vp violently A mistie steame lyke flakes of smoke besprinckling all about The toppes of trées on eyther side and makes a roaring out That may be heard a great way off This is the fixed seate This is the house and dwelling place and chamber of the greate And mightie Ryuer Here he sittes in Court of Péeble stone And ministers iustice to the waues and to the Nymphes eche one That in the Brookes and waters dwell Now hither did resorte Not knowing if they might reioyce and vnto mirth exhort Or comfort him his Countrie Brookes Sperchius well beséene With sedgie heade and shadie bankes of Poplars fresh and gréene Enipeus restlesse swift and quicke olde father Apidane Amphrisus with his gentle streame and Aeas clad with cane With dyuers other Ryuers moe which hauing runne their race Into the Sea their wearie waues doe lead with restlesse pace From hence the carefull Inachus absentes him selfe alone Who in a corner of his caue with doolefull teares and mone Augments the waters of his streame bewayling piteously His daughter Iö lately lost He knewe not certainly And if she were a liue or deade But for he had hir sought And coulde not finde hir any where assuredly he thought She did not liue aboue the molde ne drewe the vitall breath Misgiuing worser in his minde if ought be worse than death It fortunde on a certaine day that Ioue espide this Mayde Come running from hir fathers streame alone to whome he sayde â–ª O Damsell worthie Ioue himselfe like one day for to make Some happie person whome thou list vnto thy bed
Of Snakes and Todes the filthie foode that kéepes hir vices fresh It lothde hir to beholde the sight Anon the Elfe arose And left the gnawed Adders flesh and slouthfully she goes With lumpish leysure like a Snayle and when she saw the face Of Pallas and hir faire attire adournde with heauenly grace She gaue a sigh a sorie sigh from bottome of hir heart Hir lippes were pale hir chéekes were wan and all hir face was swart Hir bodie leane as any Rake She looked eke a skew Hir téeth were furde with filth and drosse hir gums were waryish blew The working of hir festered gall had made hir stomacke gréene And all bevenimde was hir tongue No sléepe hir eyes had séene Continuall Carke and cankred care did kéepe hir waking still Of laughter saue at others harmes the Helhound can no skill It is against hir will that men haue any good successe And if they haue she frettes and fumes within hir minde no lesse Than if hir selfe had taken harme In séeking to annoy And worke distresse to other folke hir selfe she doth destroy Thus is she torment to hir selfe Though Pallas did hir hate Yet spake she briefly these few wordes to hir without hir gate Infect thou with thy venim one of Cecrops daughters thrée It is Aglauros whome I meane for so it néedes must bee This said she pight hir speare in ground and tooke hir rise thereon And winding from that wicked wight did take hir flight anon The Caitife cast hir eye aside and séeing Pallas gon Began to mumble with hir selfe the Diuels Paternoster And fretting at hir good successe began to blow and bluster She takes a crooked staffe in hand bewreathde with knubbed prickes And couered with a coly cloude where euer that she stickes Hir filthie féete she tramples downe and seares both grasse and corne That all the fresh and fragrant fieldes séeme vtterly forlorne And with hir staffe she tippeth of the highest poppie heades Such poyson also euery where vngraciously she sheades That euery Cottage where she comes â–ª â—nd euery Towne and Citie Doe take infection at hir breath At length the more is pitie She found the faire Athenian towne that flowed freshly then In feastfull peace and ioyfull welth and learned witts of men And forbicause she nothing saw that might prouoke to wéepe It was a corsie to hir heart hir hatefull teares to kéepe Now when she came within the Court she went without delay Directly to the lodgings where King Cecrops daughters lay There did she as Minerua bad she laide hir scuruie fist besmerde with venim and with filth vpon Aglauros brist The whiche she fillde with hooked thornes and breathing on hir face Did shead the poyson in hir bones which spred it selfe apace As blacke as euer virgin pitch through Lungs and Lights and all And to thintent that cause of griefe abundantly should fall She placed ay before hir eyes hir sisters happie chaunce In being wedded to the God and made the God to glaunce Continually in heauenly shape before hir wounded thought And all these things she painted out which in conclusion wrought Such corsies in Aglauros brest that sighing day and night She gnawde and fretted in hir selfe for very cancred spight And like a wretche she wastes hir selfe with restlesse care and pine Like as the yse whereon the Sunne with glimering light doth shine Hir sister Herses good successe doth make hir heart to yerne In case as when that fire is put to gréenefeld wood or fearne Whych giueth neyther light nor heate but smulders quite away Sometime she minded to hir Sire hir sister to bewray Who well she knew would yll abide so lewde a part to play And oft she thought with wilfull hande to brust hir fatall threede Bicause she woulde not sée the thing that made hir heart to bléede At last she sate hir in the doore and leaned to a post To let the God from entring in To whome now hauing lost Much talke and gentle wordes in vayne she said Sir leaue I pray For hence I will not be you sure onlesse you go away I take thée at thy word quoth he and therewithall he pusht His rod against the barred doore and wide it open rusht She making proffer for to rise did féele so great a waight Through all hir limmes that for hir life she could not stretch hir straight She stroue to set hirself vpright but striuing booted not Hir hamstrings and hir knées were stiffe a chilling colde had got In at hir nayles through all hir limmes and eke hir veynes began For want of bloud and liuely heate to waxe both pale and wan And as the freting Fistula forgrowne and past all cure Runnes in the flesh from place to place and makes the sound and pure As bad or worser than the rest euen so the cold of death Strake to hir heart and closde hir veines and lastly stopt hir breath She made no profer for to speake and though she had done so It had bene vaine For way was none for language forth to go Hir throte congealed into stone hir mouth became hard stone And like an image sate she still hir bloud was clearely gone The which the venim of hir heart so fowly did infect That euer after all the stone with freckled spots was spect When Mercurie had punisht thus Aglauros spightfull tung And cancred heart immediatly from Pallas towne he flung And flying vp with flittering wings did pierce to heauen aboue His father calde him straight aside but shewing not his loue Said sonne my trustie messenger and worker of my will Make no delay but out of hand flie downe in hast vntill The land that on the left side lookes vpon thy mothers light Yonsame where standeth on the coast the towne that Sidon hight The King hath there a heirde of Neate that on the Mountaines féede Go take and driue them to the sea with all conuenient speede He had no sooner said the word but that the heirde begun Driuen from the mountaine to the shore appointed for to run Whereas the daughter of the King was wonted to resort With other Ladies of the Court there for to play and sport Betwéene the state of Maiestie and loue is set such oddes As that they can not dwell in one The Sire and King of Goddes Whose hand is armd with triplefire who only with his frowne Makes Sea and Land and Heauen to quake doth lay his scepter downe With all the graue and stately port belonging therevnto And putting on the shape of Bull as other cattell doe Goes lowing gently vp and downe among them in the field The fairest beast to looke vpon that euer man beheld For why his colour was as white as any winters snow Before that eyther trampling féete or Southerne winde it thow His necke was brawnd with rolles of flesh and from his chest before A dangling dewlap hung me downe good halfe a foote and more His hornes were small but yet so fine as that ye would
necke And eke his haire perfumde with Myrrhe a costly crowne did decke Full sixtene yeares he was of age such cunning skill he coulde In darting as to hit his marke farre distant when he would Yet how to handle Bow and shaftes much better did he know Now as he was about that time to bende his horned Bowe A firebrand Persey raught that did vpon the Aultar smoke And dasht him ouertwhart the face with such a violent stroke That all bebattred was his head the bones a sunder broke When Lycabas of Assur lande his moste assured friend And deare companion being no dissembler of his miend Which most entierly did him loue behelde him on the ground Lie weltring with disfigurde face and through that grieuous wound Now gasping out his parting ghost his death he did lament And taking hastly vp the Bow that Atys erst had bent Encounter thou with me he saide thou shalt not long enioy Thy triumphing in brauerie thus for killing of this boy By which thou getst more spight than praise All this was scarsly sed But that the arrow from the string went streyned to the head Howbeit Persey as it hapt so warely did it shunne As that it in his coteplights hung then to him did he runne With Harpe in his hand bestaind with grim Medusas blood And thrust him through the brest therwith â–ª he quothing as he stood Did looke about where Atys lay with dim and dazeling eyes Now wauing vnder endlesse night and downe by him he lies And for to comfort him withall togither with him dies Behold through gredie haste to feight one Phorbas Methions son A Svveuite and of Lybie lande one callde Amphimedon By fortune sliding in the blood with which the ground was weâ— Fell downe and as they woulde haue râ—se Perseus fauchon met With both of them Amphimedon vpon the ribbes he smote And with the like celeritie he cut me Phorbas throte But vnto Erith Actors sonne that in his hand did holde A brode browne Bill with his short sword he durst not be too bolde To make approch With both his handes a great and massie cup Embost with cunning portrayture aloft he taketh vp And sendes it at him He spewes vp red bloud and falling downe Upon his backe against the ground doth knocke his dying crowne Then downe he Polydemon throwes extract of royall race And Abaris the Scithian and Clytus in like case And Elice with his vnshorne lockes and also Phlegias And Lycet olde Speâ—chefies sonne with diuers other mo That on the heapes of corses slaine he treades as he doth go And Phyney daring not presume to méete his foe at hand Did cast a Dart which hapt to light on Idas who did stand Aloofe as neuter though in vaine not medling with the Fray Who casting backe a frowning looke at Phyney thus did say Sith whether that I will or no compeld I am perforce To take a part haue Phyney here him whome thou doste enforce To be thy â—oe and with this wound my wrongfull wound requite But as he from his body pullde the Dart with all his might To throw it at his foe againe his limmes so féebled were With losse of bloud that downe he fell and could not after steare There also lay Odites slaine the chiefe in all the land Next to King Cephey put to death by force of Clymens hand Protenor was by Hypsey killde and Lyncide did as much For Hypsey In the throng there was an auncient man and such a one as loued righteousnesse and greatly feared God Emathion called was his name whome sith his yeares forbod To put on armes he feights with tongue inueying earnestly Against that wicked war the which he banned bitterly As on the Altar he himselfe with quiuering handes did stay One Cromis tipped of his head his head cut off streight way Upon the Altar fell and there his tongue not fully dead Did bable still the banning wordes the which it erst had sed And breathed forth his fainting ghost among the burning brandes Then Brote Hammon brothers twins stout chaÌ„pions of their haÌ„ds In wrestling Pierlesse if so be that wrestling could sustaine The furious force of slicing swordes were both by Phyney slaine And so was Alphit Ceres Priest that ware vpon his crowne A stately Miter faire and white with Tables hanging downe Thou also Iapets sonne for such affaires as these vnméete But méete to tune thine instrument with voyce and Ditie swéete The worke of peace wert thither callde th'assemblie to reioyce And for to set the mariage forth with pleasant singing voyce As with his Uiall in his hand he stoode a good way off There commeth to him Petalus and sayes in way of scoffe Go sing the resdue to the ghostes about the Stygian Lake And in the left side of his heade his dagger poynt he strake He sanke downe deade with fingers still yet warbling on the string And so mischaunce knit vp with wo the song that he did sing But fierce Lycormas could not beare to sée him murdred so Without reuengement Up he caught a mightie Leauer tho That wonted was to barre the doore a right side of the house And therewithall to Petalus he lendeth such a souse Full in the noddle of the necke that like a snetched Oxe Streight tuÌ„bling downe against the ground his groueling face he knox And Pelates a Garamant attempted to haue caught The left doore barre but as thereat with stretched hand he raught One Coryt sonne of Marmarus did with a Iauelin stricke Him through the hand that to the wood fast nayled did it sticke As Pelates stoode fastned thus one Abas goard his side He could not fall but hanging still vpon the poste there dide Fast nayled by the hand And there was ouerthrowne a Knight Of Perseyes band callde Melaney and one that Dorill hight A man of greatest landes in all the Realme of Nasamone That occupide so large a grounde as Dorill was there none Nor none that had such store of corne there came a Dart a skew And lighted in his Coddes the place where present death doth sew When Alcion of Barcey he that gaue this deadly wound Beheld him yesking forth his ghost and falling to the ground With warrie eyes the white turnde vp content thy selfe he said With that same litle plot of grounde whereon thy corse is layde In steade of all the large fat fieldes which late thou didst possesse And with that word he left him dead Perâ—eus to redresse This slaughter and this spightfull taunt streight snatched out the Dart That sticked in the fresh warme wound and with an angrie hart Did send it at the throwers head the Dart did split his nose Euen in the middes and at his necke againe the head out goes So that it péered both the wayes Whiles fortune doth support And further Persey thus he killes but yet in sundrie sort Two brothers by the mother tone callde Clytie tother Dane For on a Dart through both his thighes did Clytie take
growed there Then streight without commission or election of the rest The formost of them preasing forth vndecently profest The chalenge to performe and song the battels of the Goddes She gaue the Giants â–ª all the praise the honor and the oddes Abasing sore the worthie déedes of all the Gods She telles How Typhon issuing from the earth and from the déepest helles Made all the Gods aboue afraide so greatly that they fled And neuer staide till Aegypt land and Nile whose streame is shed In channels seuen receiued them forwearied all togither And how the Helhound Typhon did pursue them also thither By meanes wherof the Gods eche one were faine themselues to hide In forged shapes She saide the Ioue the Prince of Gods was wride In shape of Ram which is the cause that at this present tide Ioues ymage which the Lybian folke by name of Hammon serue Is made with crooked welked hornes that inward still doe terue That Phebus in a Rauen lurkt and Bacchus in a Geate And Phebus sister in a Cat and Iuno in a Neate And Venus in the shape of Fish and how that last of all Mercurius hid him in a Bird which Ibis men doe call This was the summe of all the tale which she with rolling tung And yelling throteboll to hir harpe before vs rudely sung Our turne is also come to speake but that perchaunce your grace To giue the hearing to our song hath now no time nor space Yes yes quoth Pallas tell on forth in order all your tale And downe she sate among the trées which gaue a pleasant swale The Muse made aunswere thus To one Calliope here by name This chalenge we committed haue and ordring of the same Then rose vp faire Calliope with goodly bush of heare Trim wreathed vp with yuie leaues and with hir thumbe gan steare The quiuering strings to trie them if they were in tune or no. Which done she playde vpon hir Lute and song hir Ditie so Dame Ceres first to breake the Earth with plough the maner found She first made corne and stouer soft to grow vpon the ground She first made lawes For all these things we are to Cerâ—s bound Of hir must I as now intreate would God I could resound Hir worthie laude she doubtlesse is a Goddesse worthie praise Bicause the Giant Typhon gaue presumptuously assayes To conquer Heauen the howgie I le of Trinacris is layd Upon his limmes by weight whereof perforce he downe is weyde He striues and strugles for to rise full many a time and oft But on his right hand toward Rome Pelorus standes aloft Pachynnus standes vpon his left his legs with Lilybie Are pressed downe his monstrous head doth vnder Aetna lie From whence he lying bolt vpright with wrathfull mouth doth spit Out flames of fire â–ª he wrestleth oft and walloweth for to wit And if he can remoue the weight of all that mightie land Or tumble downe the townes and hilles that on his bodie stand By meanes whereof it commes to passe that oft the Earth doth shake And euen the King of Ghostes himselfe for verie feare doth quake Misdoubting least the Earth should cliue so wide that light of day Might by the same pierce downe to Hell and there the Ghostes affray Forecasting this the Prince of Fiendes forsooke his darksome hole And in a Chariot drawen with Stéedes as blacke as any cole The whole foundation of the I le of Sicill warely vewde When throughly he had sercht eche place that harme had none ensewde As carelessely he raungde abrode he chaunced to be séene Of Venus sitting on hir hill who taking streight betwéenâ— hir armes hir winged Cupid said my sonne mine only stay My hand mine honor and my might go take without delay Those â—ooles which all wightes do subdue and strike them in the hart Of that same God that of the world enioyes the lowest part The Gods of Heauen and Ioue himselfe the powre of Sea Land And he that rules the powres on Earth obey thy mightie hand And wherefore then should only Hell still â—nsubdued stand Thy mothers Empire and thine own why doste thou not aduaunce The third part of al the world now hangs in doubtful chaunce And yet in heauen too now their déedes thou séest me faine to beare We are despisde the strength of loue with me away doth weare Séeste not the Darter Diane and dame Pallas haue already Exempted them from my behestes and now of late so heady Is Ceres daughter too that if we let hir haue hir will She will continue all hir life a Maid vnwedded still For that is all hir hope and marke whereat she mindes to shoote But thou if ought this gracious turne our honor may promote Or ought our Empire beautifie which ioyntly we doe holde This Damsell to hir vncle ioyne No sooner had she tolde These wordes but Cupid opening streight his quiuer chose therefrâ— One arrow as his mother bade among a thousand mo But such a one it was as none more sharper was than it Nor none went streighter from the Bow the amed marke to hit He set his knée against his Bow and bent it out of hande And made his forked arrowes steale in Plutos heart to stande Neare Enna walles there standes a Lake Pergusa is the name Cayster heareth not mo songs of Swannes than doth the same A wood enuirons euerie side the water round about And with his leaues as with a veyle doth kéepe the Sunne heate out The boughes doe yéelde a coole fresh Ayre the moystnesse of the grounde Yéeldes sundrie flowres continuall spring is all the yeare there founde While in this garden Proserpine was taking hir pastime In gathering eyther Uiolets blew or Lillies white as Lime And while of Maidenly desire she fillde hir Maund and Lap Endeuoring to outgather hir companions there By hap Dis spide hir loude hir caught hir vp and all at once well nere So hastie hote and swift a thing is Loue as may appeare The Ladie with a wailing voyce afright did often call Hir Mother and hir waiting Maides but Mother most of all And as she from the vpper part hir garment would haue rent By chaunce she let hir lap slip downe and out hir flowres went And such a sillie simplenesse hir childish age yet beares That euen the verie losse of them did moue hir more to teares The Catcher driues his Chariot forth and calling euery horse By name to make away apace he doth them still enforce And shakes about their neckes and Manes their rustie bridle reynes And through the déepest of the Lake perforce he them constreynes And through the Palik pooles the which from broken ground doe boyle And smell of Brimstone verie ranke and also by the soyle Where as the Bacchies folke of Corinth with the double Seas Betwéene vnequall Hauons twaine did réere a towne for ease Betwéene the fountaines of Cyane and Arethuse of Pise An arme of Sea that meetes enclosde with narrow hornes there lies Of
felt a bubling in the streame I wist not how nor what And on the Riuers nearest brim I stept for feare With that O Arethusa whither runsâ— and whither runst thou cride Floud Alphey from his waues againe with hollow voyce I hide Away vnclothed as I was For on the further side My clothes hung still so much more hote and eger then was he And for I naked was I séemde the readier for to be My running and his fierce pursuite was like as when ye se The sillie Doues with quiuering wings before the Gossehauke stie The Gossehauke swéeping after them as fast as he can flie To Orchomen and Psophy land and Cyllen I did holde Out well and thence to Menalus and Erymanth the colde And so to Ely all this way no ground of me he wonne But being not so strong as he this restlesse race to runne I could not long endure and he could hold it out at length Yet ouer plaines and wooddie hilles as long as lasted strength And stones and rockes and desert groundes I still maintaind my race The Sunne was full vpon my backe I saw before my face A lazie shadow were it not that feare did make me séete But certenly he feared me with trampling of his féete And of his mouth the boystous breath vpon my hairlace blew For wearied with the toyle of â—light Helpe Diane I thy truâ— And trustie Squire I said who oft haue caried after thée Thy bow and arrowes now am like attached for to bée The Goddesse moued tooke a cloude of such as scattred were And cast vpon me Hidden thus in mistie darkenesse there The Riuer poard vpon me still and hunted round about The hollow cloude for feare perchaunce I should haue scaped out And twice not knowing what to doe he stalkâ— about the cloude Where Diane had me hid and twice he called ouâ— a loude Hoe Arethuse hoe Arethuse â–ª What heart had I poore wretch then Euen such as hath the sillie Lambe that dares not stirre nor quetch when He heares the howling of the Wolfe about or neare the foldes Or such as hath the squatted Hare that in hir foorme beholdes The hunting houndes on euery side and dares not mone a whit He would not thence for why he saw no footing out as yit And therefore watcht he narrowly the cloud and eke the place A chill colde sweat my sieged limmes oppreâ—â— and downe a pace From all my bodie steaming drops did fall of watrâ—e hew Which way so ere I stird my foote the place was like a stâ—w The deaw ran trickling from my haire In halfe the while I then Was turnde to water that I now haue tolde the tale agen His loued waters Alphey knew and putting off the shape Of man the which he tooke before bicause I should not scape Returned to his proper shape of water by and by Of purpose for to ioyne with me and haue my companie But Delia brake the ground at which I sinking into blinde Bycorners vp againe my selfe at Ortigie doe winde Right deare to me bicause it doth Dianas surname beare And for bicause to light againe I first was raysed there Thus far did Arethusa speake and then the fruitfull Dame Two Dragons to hir Chariot put and reyning hard the same Midway bewéene the Heauen and Earth she in the Ayâ—r went And vnto Prince Triptolemus hir lightsome Chariot sent To Pallas Citie lode with corne commaunding him to sowe Some part thereof in ground new broken vp and some thereof to strow In ground long tillde before Anon the yong man vp did stie And flying ouer Europe and the Realme of Asias hie Alighted in the Scithian land There reyned in that coast A King callde Lyncus to whose house he entred for to host And being there demaunded how and why he thither came And also of his natiue soyle and of his proper name I hight quoth he Triptolemus and borne was in the towne Of Athens in the land of Gréece that place of high renowne I neyther came by Sea nor Lande but through the open Aire I bring with me Dame Ceres giftes which being sowne in faire And fertile fields may fruitfull Haruests yeelde and finer fare The sauage King had spight and to thintent that of so rare And gracious gifts himselfe might séeme first founder for to be He entertainde him in his house and when a sléepe was he He came vpon him with a sword but as he would haue killde him Dame Ceres turnde him to a Lynx and waking tother willde him His sacred Téemeware through the Ayre to driue abrode agen The chiefe of vs had ended this hir learned song and then The Nymphes with one consent did iudge that we the Goddesses Of Helicon had wonne the day But when I sawe that these Unnurtred Damsels ouercome began to fall a scolding I sayd so little sith to vs you thinke your selues beholding For bearing with your malapertnesse in making chalenge that Besides your former fault ye eke doe fall to rayling flat Abusing thus our gentlenesse we will from hence procéede The punishment and of our wrath the rightfull humor féede Euippyes daughters grind and â—éerde and set our threatnings light But as they were about to prate and bent their fistes to smight Theyr wicked handes with hideous noyse they saw the stumps of quilles New budding at their nayles and how their armes soft feather hilles Eche saw how others mouth did purse and harden into Bill And so becomming vncouth Birdes to haunt the woods at will For as they would haue clapt their handes their wings did vp theÌ„ heaue And hanging in the Ayre the scoldes of woods did Pies them leaue Now also being turnde to Birdes they are as eloquent As ere they were as chattring still as much to babling bent Finis quinti Libri ¶ THE SIXT BOOKE of Ouids Metamorphosis TRitonia vnto all these wordes attentiue hearing bendes And both the Muses learned song and rightfull wrath coÌ„mendes And therevpon within hir selfe this fancie did arise It is no matter for to prayse but let our selfe deuise Some thing to be commended for and let vs not permit Our Maiestie to be despisde without reuenging it And therewithall she purposed to put the Lydian Maide Arachne to hir neckeverse who as had to hir bene saide Presumed to prefer hir selfe before hir noble grace In making cloth This Damsell was not famous for the place In which she dwelt nor for hir stocke but for hir Arte. Hir Sier Was Idmon one of Colophon a pelting Purple Dier Hir mother was deceast but she was of the baser sort And egall to hir Make in birth in liuing and in port But though this Maide were meanly borne and dwelt but in a shed At little Hypep yet hir trade hir fame abrode did spred Euen all the Lydian Cities through To sée hir wondrous worke The Nymphes that vnderneath the Uines of shadie Tmolus lurke Their Uineyards oftentimes forsooke So did the Nymphes also About Pactolus oftentimes their golden streames forgo
And oftentâ—â—es from thence againe to leape into the Pond And there they now doe practise still their filthy tongues to scold And shamelessely though vnderneath the water they doe hold Their former wont of brawling still amid the water cold Their voices stil are hoarse and harsh their throtes haue puffed goawles Their chappes with brawling widened are their haÌ„mer headed Ioawles Are ioyned to their shoulders iust the neckes of them doe séeme cut off the ridgebone of their backe stickes vp of colour greene Their paunch which is the greatest part of all their trunch is gray And so they vp and downe the Pond made newly Frogges doe play When one of Lyce I woâ—e not who had spoken in this sort Another of a Satyr streight began to make report Whome Phebus ouercomming on a pipe made late ago By Pallas put to punishment Why fleaëst thou me so Alas he cride it irketh me Alas a sorie pipe Deserueth not so cruelly my skin from me to stripe For all his crying ore his eares quight pulled was his skin Nought else he was than one whole wounde The griesly bloud did spin From euery part the sinewes lay discouered to the eye The quiuering veynes without a skin lay beating nakedly The panting bowels in his bulke ye might haue numbred well And in his brest the shere small strings a man might easly tell The Countrie Faunes the Gods of Woods the Satyrs of his kin The Mount Olympus whose renowne did ere that time begin And all the Nymphes and all that in those mountaines kept their shéepe Or grazed cattell thereabouts did for this Satyr wéepe The â—â—uâ—tfull earth waxt moyst therewith and moysâ—ed did receyue Their teares and in hir bowels deepe did of the same conceyue And when that she had turned them to water by and by She sent them forth againe aloft to sée the open Skie The Riuer that doth rise thereof beginning there his race In verie déepe and shoring bankes to Seaward runnes a pace Through Phrygie and according as the Satyr so the streame Is called Marsias of the brookes the clearest in that Realme With such examples as these same the common folke returnde To present things and euery man through all the Citie moornde For that Amphion was destroyde with all his issue so But all the fault and blame was laide vpon the mother tho For hir alonly Pelops mournde as men report and hée In opening of his clothes did shewe that euerie man might see His shoulder on the left side bare of Iuorie for to bée This shoulder at his birth was like his tother both in hue And flesh vntill his fathers handes most wickedly him slue And that the Gods when they his limmes againe togither drue To ioyne them in their proper place and forme by nature due Did finde out all the other partes saue only that which grue Betwene the throteboll and the arme which when they could not get This other made of Iuorie white in place thereof they set And by that meanes was Pelops made againe both whole and sound The neyghbor Princes thither came and all the Cities round About besought their Kings to go and comfort Thebe as Arge And Sparta and Mycene which was vnder Pelops charge And Calydon vnhated of the frowning Phebe yit The welthie towne Orchomenos and Corinth which in it Had famous men for workmanship in mettals and the stout Messene which full twentie yeares did hold besiegers out And Patre and the lowly towne Cleona Nelies Pyle And Troyzen not surnamed yet Pittheia for a while And all the other Borough townes and Cities which doe stand Within the narrow balke at which two Seas doe méete at hand Or which do bound vpon the balke without in maine firme land Alonly Athens who would thinke did neither come nor send Warre barred them from courtesie the which they did entend The King of Pontus with an host of sauage people lay In siege before their famous walles and curstly did them fray Untill that Tereus King of Thrace approching to their ayde Did vanquish him and with renowne was for his labor payde â–ª And sith he was so puissant in men and ready coyne And came of mightie Marsis race Pandion sought to ioyne Aliance with him by and by and gaue him to his Féere His daughter Progne At this match as after will appeare Was neyther Iuno President of mariage wont to bée Nor Hymen no nor any one of all the graces thrée The Furies snatching Tapers vp that on some Herce did stande Did light them and before the Bride did beare them in their hande The Furies made the Bridegroomes bed And on the house did rucke A cursed Owle the messenger of yll successe and lucke And all the night time while that they were lying in their beds She sate vpon the bedsteds top right ouer both their heds Such handsell Progne had the day that Tereus did hir wed Such handsell had they when that she was brought of childe a bed All Thracia did reioyce at them and thankt their Gods and wild That both the day of Prognes match with Tereus should be hild For feastfull and the day likewise that Itys first was borne So little know we what behoues The Sunne had now outworne Fiue Haruests and by course fiue times had run his yearly race When Progne flattring Tereus saide If any loue or grace Betweene vs be send eyther me my sister for to sée Or finde the meanes that hither she may come to visit mée You may assure your Fathrinlaw she shall againe returne Within a while Ye doe to me the highest great good turne That can be if you bring to passe I may my sister sée Immediatly the King commaundes his shippes a flote to bée And shortly after what with sayle and what with force of Ores In Atheâ—s hauen he arriues and landes at Pyrey shores Assoone as of his fathrinlaw the presence he obtainde And had of him bene courteously and friendly entertainde Unhappie handsell entred with their talking first togither The errandes of his wife the cause of his then comming thither He had but new begon to tell and promised that when She had hir sister séene she should with spéede be sent agen When sée the chaunce came Philomele in raiment very rich And yet in beautie farre more rich euen like the Fairies which Reported are the pleasant woods and water springs to haunt So that the like apparell and attire to them you graunt King Tereus at the sight of hir did burne in his desire As if a man should chaunce to set a gulfe of corne on fire Or burne a stacke of hay Hir face in déede deserued loue But as for him to fleshly lust euen nature did him moue For of those countries commonly the people are aboue All measure prone to lecherie And therefore both by kinde His flame encreast and by his owne default of vicious minde He purposde fully to corrupt hir seruants with reward Or for to bribe hir Nurce that she
In gobbits they them rent whereof were some in Pipkins boyld And other some on hissing spits against the fire were broyld And with the gellied bloud of him was all the chamber foyld To this same banket Progne bade hir husband knowing nought Nor nought mistrusting of the harme and lewdnesse she had wrought And feyning a solemnitie according to the guise Of Athens at the which there might be none in any wise Besides hir husband and hir selfe she banisht from the same Hir householde folke and soiourners and such as guestwise came King Tereus sâ—tting in the throne of his forefathers fed And swallowed downe the selfe same flesh that of his bowels bred And he so blinded was his heart fetch Itys hither sed No lenger hir most cruell ioy dissemble could the Quéene But of hir murther coueting the messenger to béene She said the thing thou askest for thou hast within About He looked round and asked where To put him out of dout As he was yet demaunding where and calling for him out Lept Philomele with scattred haire aflaight like one that fled Had from some fray where slaughter was and threw the bloudy head Of Itys in his fathers face And neuer more was shée Desirous to haue had hir speache that able she might be Hir inward ioy with worthie wordes to witnesse franke and frée The tyrant with a hideous noyse away the table shoues And reeres y â— fiends from Hell One while with yauning mouth he proues To perbrake vp his meate againe and cast his bowels out Another while with wringing handes he wéeping goes about And of his sonne he termes himselfe the wretched graue Anon With naked sword and furious heart he followeth fierce vpon Pandions daughters He that had bene present would haue déemdâ— Their bodies to haue houered vp with fethers As they séemde So houered they with wings in déede Of whome the one away To woodward flies the other still about the house doth stay And of their murther from their brestes not yet the token goth For euen still yet are stainde with bloud the fethers of them both And he through sorrow and desire of vengeance waxing wight Became a Bird vpon whose top a tuft of feathers light In likenesse of a Helmets crest doth trimly stand vpright In stead of his long sword his bill shootes out a passing space A Lapwing named is this Bird all armed séemes his face The sorrow of this great mischaunce did stop Pandions breath Before his time and long ere age determinde had his death Erecthey reigning after him the gouernment did take A Prince of such a worthinesse as no man well can make Resolution if he more in armes or iustice did excell Foure sonnes and daughters foure he had Of which a couple well Did eche in beautie other match The one of these whose name Was Procris vnto Cephalus King Aeolus sonne became A happie wife The Thracians and King Tereus were a let To Boreas so that long it was before the God could get His dearbeloued Orithy a while trifling he did stand With faire entreatance rather than did vse the force of hand But when he saw he no reliefe by gentle meanes could finde Then turning vnto boystous wrath which vnto that same winde Is too familiar and too much accustomed by kinde He said I serued am but well for why laid I a part My proper weapons fiercenesse force and ire and cruell hart And fell to fauning like a foole which did me but disgrace For me is violence meete Through this the pestred cloudes I chace Through this I tosse the Seas Through this I turne vp knottie Okes And harden Snow and beate the ground in hayle with sturdie strokes When I my brothers chaunce to get in open Ayre and Skie For that is my fielde in the which my maisteries I doe trie I charge vpon them with such brunt that of our méeting smart The Heauen betwéene vs soundes from the hollow Cloudes doth start Enforced fire And when I come in holes of hollow ground And fiersly in those emptie caues doe rouse my backe vp round I trouble euen the ghostes and make the verie world to quake This helpe in wooing of my wife to spéede I should haue take Erecthey should not haue bene prayde my Fatherinlaw to be He should haue bene compelde thereto by stout extremitie In speaking these or other wordes as sturdie Boreas gan To flaske his wings With wauing of the which he raysed than So great a gale that all the earth was blasted therewithall And troubled was the maine brode Sea And as he traylde his pall Bedusted ouer highest tops of things he swept the ground And hauing now in smokie cloudes himselfe enclosed round Betwéene his duskie wings he caught Orithya straught for feare And like a louer verie soft and easly did hir beare And as he flew the flames of loue enkindled more and more By meanes of stirring Neither did he stay his flight before He came within the land and towne of Cicons with his pray And there soone after being made his wife she hapt to lay Hir belly and a paire of boyes she at a burthen brings Who else in all resembled full their mother saue in wings The which they of their father tooke Howbeit by report They were not borne with wings vpon their bodies in this sort While Calais and Zetes had no beard vpon their chin They both were callow But assoone as haire did once begin In likenesse of a yellow Downe vpon their cheekes to sprout Then euen as comes to passe in Birdes the feathers budded out Togither on their pinyons too and spreaded round about On both their sides And finally when childhod once was spent And youth come on togither they with other Minyes went To Colchos in the Galley that was first deuisde in Greece Upon a sea as then vnknowen to fetch the golden fléece Finis sexti Libri ¶ THE SEVENTH BOOKE of Ouids Metamorphosis ANd now in ship of Pagasa the Mynies cut the seas And leading vnder endlesse night his age in great disease Of scarcitie was Phiney séene and Boreas sonnes had chaste Away the Maidenfaced foules that did his victels waste And after suffring many things in noble Iasons band In muddie Phasis gushing streame at last they went a land There while they going to the King demaund the golden fléece Brought thither certaine yeares before by Phryxus out of Greece And of their dreadfull labors wait an answere to receiue Aeëtas daughter in hir heart doth mightie flames conceyue And after strugling verie long when reason could not win The vpper hand of rage she thus did in hir selfe begin In vaine Medea doste thou striue some God what ere he is Against thée bendes his force for what a wondrous thing is this Is any thing like this which men doe terme by name of Loue For why should I my fathers hestes estéeme so hard aboue All measure sure in very déede they are too hard and sore Why feare I least
with his hoste departed from the I le And Rhodes to Phoebus consecrate and Ialyse where ere while The Telchines with their noysome sight did euery thing bewitch At which their hainous wickednesse Ioue taking rightfull pritch Did drowne them in his brothers waues Moreouer she did passe By Ceos and olde Carthey walles where Sir Alcidamas Did wonder how his daughter should be turned to a Doue The Swannie Temp and Hyries Poole she viewed from aboue The which a sodeine Swan did haunt For Phyllie there for loue Of Hyries sonne did at his bidding Birdes and Lions tame And being willde to breake a Bull performed streight the same Till wrothfull that his loue so oft so streightly should him vse When for his last reward he askt the Bull he did refuse To giue it him The boy displeasde said well thou wilt anon Repent thou gaue it not and leapt downe headlong from a stone They all supposde he had bene falne but being made a Swan With snowie feathers in the Ayre to flacker he began His mother Hyrie knowing not he was preserued so Resolued into melting teares for pensiuenesse and wo And made the Poole that beares hir name Not far from hence doth stand The Citie Brauron where sometime by mounting from the land With wauing pinions Ophyes ympe dame Combe did eschue Hir children which with naked swordes to slea hir did pursue Anon she kend Calaurie fieldes which did sometime pertaine To chast Diana where a King and eke his wife both twaine Were turnde to Birdes Cyllene hill vpon hir right hand stood In which Menephron like a beast of wilde and sauage moode To force his mother did attempt Far thence she spide where sad Cephisus mourned for his Neece whome Phebus turned had To vgly shape of swelling Seale and Eumelles pallace faire Lamenting for his sonnes mischaunce with whewling in the Aire At Corinth with hir winged Snakes at length she did arriue Here men so auncient fathers said that were as then aliue Did bréede of deawie Mushrommes But after that hir téene With burning of hir husbaÌ„ds bride by witchcraft wreakt had béene And that King Creons pallace she on blasing fire had séene And in hir owne deare childrens bloud had bathde hir wicked knife Not like a mother but a beast bereuing them of life Least Iason should haue punisht hir she tooke hir winged Snakes And flying thence againe in haste to Pallas Citie makes Which saw the auncient Periphas and rightuous Phiney to Togither flying and the Néece of Polypemon who Was fastened to a paire of wings as well as tother two Aegeus enterteinde hir wherein he was too blame Although he had no further gone but staid vpon the same He thought it not to be inough to vse hir as his guest Onlesse he tooke hir too his wife And now was Thesey prest Unknowne vnto his father yet who by his knightly force Had set from robbers cleare the balke that makes the streight diuorce Betwéene the seas Iönian and Aegean To haue killde This worthie knight Medea had a Goblet readie fillde With iuice of Flintwoort venemous the which she long ago Had out of Scythie with hir brought The common brute is so That of the téeth of Cerberus this Flintwoort first did grow There is a caue that gapeth wide with darksome entrie low There goes a way slope downe by which with triple cheyne made new Of strong and sturdie Adamant the valiant Herâ—le drew The currish Helhounde Cerberus who dragging arsward still And writhing backe his scowling eyes bicause he had no skill To sée the Sunne and open day for verie moodie wroth Thrée barkings yelled out at once and spit his slauering froth Upon the gréenish grasse This froth as men suppose tooke roote And thriuing in the batling soyle in burgeous forth did shoote To bane and mischiefe men withall and forbicause the same Did grow vpon the bare hard Flints folke gaue the foresaid name Of Flintwoort therevnto The King by egging of his Quéene Did reach his soone this bane as if he had his enmie béene And Thesey â—f this treason wrought not knowing ought had tane The Goblet at his fathers haâ—d which helde his deadly bane When sodenly by the Iuorâ—e hiâ—â—s that were vpon his sword Aegeus knew he was his sonne and rising from the borde Did strike the mischieâ—e from his mouth Medea with a charme Did cast a mist and so scapte death deserued for the harme Entended Now albeit that Aegeus were right glad That in the sauing of his sonne so happy chaunce he had Yet grieued it his heart full sore that such a wicked wight With treason wrought against his sonne should scape so cleare quight Then fell he vnto kindling fire on Altars euerie where And glutted all the Gods with gifts The thicke neckt Oxen were With garlands wreathd about their hornes knockt downe for sacrifice A day of more solemnitie than this did neuer rise Before on Athens by report The auncients of the Towne Made feastes so did the meaner sort and euery common clowne And as the wine did sharpe their wits they sung this song O knight Of péerlesse prowesse Theseus thy manhod and thy might Through all the coast of Marathon with worthie honor soundes For killing of the Cretish Bull that wasted those same groundes The folke of Cremyon thinke themselues beholden vnto thée For that without disquietting their fieldes may tilled be By thée the land of Epidaure behelde the clubbish sonne Of Vulcane dead By thée likewise the countrie that doth runne Along Cephisus bankes behelde the fell Procrustes slaine The dwelling place of Ceres our Eleusis glad and faine Beheld the death of Cercyon That orpid Sinis who Abused his strength in bending trées and tying folke thereto Their limmes a sunder for to teare when loosened from the stops The trées vnto their proper place did trice their streyned tops Was kilde by thée Thou made the way that leadeth to the towne Alcathoe in Beotia cleare by putting Scyron downe To this same outlawes scattred bones the land denied rest And likewise did the Sea refuse to harbrough such a guest Till after floting to and fro long while as men doe say At length they hardened into stones and at this present day The stones are called Scyrons cliffes Now if we should account Thy déedes togither with thy yeares thy déedes would far surmount Thy yeares For thée most valiant Prince these publike vowes we kéepe For thée with cherefull heartes we quaffe these bolles of wine so déepe The Pallace also of the noyse and shouting did resounde The which the people made for ioy There was not to be founde In all the Citie any place of sadnesse Nathelesse So hard it is of perfect ioy to find so great excesse But that some sorrow therewithall is medled more or lesse Aegeus had not in his sonnes recouerie such delight But that there followed in the necke a piece of fortunes spight King Minos was preparing war who though he had great store
did lay his golden Uiall there And so the stones the sound thereof did euer after beare King Nisus daughter oftentimes resorted to this Wall And strake it with a little stone to raise the sound withall In time of peace And in the warre she many a time and oft Behelde the sturdie stormes of Mars from that same place aloft And by continuance of the siege the Captaines names she knew Their armes horse armor and aray in euerie band and crew But specially aboue the rest she noted Minos face She knew inough and more than was inough as stoode the case For were it that he hid his head in Helme with fethered crest To hir opinion in his Helme he stayned all the rest Or were it that he tooke in hand of stéele his target bright She thought in wéelding of his shielde he was a comly Knight Or were it that he raisde his arme to throw the piercing Dart The Ladie did commend his force and manhode ioynde with Art Or drew he with his arrow nockt his bended Bow in hand She sware that so in all respectes was Phoebus wont to stand But when he shewde his visage bare his Helmet laid aside And on a Milke white Stéede braue trapt in Purple Robe did ride She scarce was Mistresse of hir selfe hir wits were almost straught A happie Dart she thought it was that he in fingars caught And happie called she those reynes that he in hand had raught And if she might haue had hir will she could haue founde in hart Among the enmies to haue gone she could haue found in hart From downe the highest Turret there hir bodie to haue throwne Among the thickest of the Tents of Gnossus to haue flowne Or for to ope the brazen gates and let the enmie in Or whatsoeuer else she thought might Minos fauor win And as she sate beholding still the King of Candies tent She said I doubt me whether that I rather may lament Or of this wofull warre be glad It grieues me at the hart That thou O Minos vnto me thy Louer enmie art But had not this same warfare bene I neuer had him knowne Yet might he leaue this cruell warre and take me as his owne A wife a féere a pledge for peace he might receiue of me O flowre of beautie O thou Prince most pearlesse if that she That bare thée in hir wombe were like in beautie vnto thée A right good cause had Ioue on hir enamored for to bée Oh happie were I if with wings I through the Aire might glide And safely to King Minos Tent from this same Turret slide Then would I vtter who I am and how the firie flame Of Cupid burned in my brest desiring him to name What dowrie he would aske with me in loän of his loue Saue only of my Fathers Realme no question he should take place Adue desire of hoped Loue. Yet oftentimes such grace Hath from the gentle Conqueror procéeded erst that they Which tooke the foyle haue found the same their profit and their stay Assuredly the warre is iust that Minos takes in hand As in reuengement of his sonne late murthered in this land And as his quarrell séemeth iust euen so it cannot faile But rightfull warre against the wrong must I beleue preuaile Now if this Citie in the ende must needes be taken why Should his owne sworde and not my Loue be meanes to win it by It were yet better he should spéede by gentle meanes without The slaughter of his people yea and as it may fall out With spending of his owne bloud too For sure I haue a care O Minos least some Souldier wound thée ere he be aware For who is he in all the world that hath so hard a hart That wittingly against thy head would aime his creull Dart â–ª I like well this deuise and on this purpose will I stand To yéelde my selfe endowed with this Citie to the hand Of Minos and in doing so to bring this warre to ende But smally it auaileth me the matter to intende The gates and yssues of this towne are kept with watch and warde And of the Keyes continually my Father hath the garde My Father only is the man of whome I stand in dréede My Father only hindreth me of my desired spéede Would God that I were Fatherlesse Tush euerie Wight may bée A God as in their owne behalfe and if their hearts be frée From fearefulnesse For fortune works against the fond desire Of such as through faint heartednesse attempt not to aspire Some other féeling in hir heart such flames of Cupids fire Already would haue put in proofe some practise to destroy What thing so euer of hir Loue the furtherance might anoy And why should any womaâ— haue a bolder heart than I Throw fire and sword I boldly durst aduenture for to flie And yet in this behalfe at all there néedes no sword nor fire There néedeth but my fathers haire to accomplish my desire That Purple haire of his to me more precious were than golde That Purple haire of his would make me bleâ—t a thousand folde That haire would compasse my desire and set my heart at rest Night chiefest Nurce of thoughts to such as are with care opprest Approched while she spake these words and darknesse did encrease Hir boldnesse At such time as folke are wont to finde release Of cares that all the day before were working in their heds By sléepe which falleth first of all vpon them in their beds Hir fathers chamber secretly she entered where alasse That euer Maiden should so farre the bounds of Nature passe She robde hir Father of the haire vpon the which the fate Depended both of life and death and of his royall state And ioying in hir wicked pray she beares it with hir so As if it were some lawfull spoyle acquired of the fo And passing through a posterne gate she marched through the mid Of all hir enmies such a trust she had in that she did Untill she came before the King â–ª whom troubled with the sight She thus bespake Enforst O King by loue against all right I Scylla Nisus daughter doe present vnto thée héere My natiue soyle my household Gods and all that else is déere For this my gift none other thing in recompence I craue Thaâ— of thy person which I loue fruition for to haue And in assurance of my loue receyue thou here of mée My fathers Purple haire and thinke I giue not vnto thée A haire but euen my fathers head And as these words she spake The cursed gift with wicked hand she profered him to take But Minos did abhorre hir gift and troubled in his minde With straungenesse of the heynous act so sore against hir kinde He aunswerde O thou slaunder of our age the Gods expell Thée out of all this world of theirs and let thée no where dwell Let rest on neither Sea nor Land be graunted vnto thée Assure thy selfe that as for me I neuer will agrée That
And tooke their place continuing like a Chaplet still to sight Amid betwéene the knéeler downe and him that gripes the Snake Now in this while gan Daedalus a wearinesse to take Of liuing like a banisht man and prisoner such a time In Crete and longed in his heart to sée his natiue Clime But Seas enclosed him as if he had in prison be Then thought he though both Sea and Land King Minos stop fro me I am assurde he cannot stop the Aire and open Skie To make my passage that way then my cunning will I trie Although that Minos like a Lord held all the world beside Yet doth the Aire from Minos yoke for all men frée abide This sed to vncoth Arts he bent the force of all his wits To alter natures course by craft And orderly he knits A rowe of fethers one by one beginning with the short And ouermatching still eche quill with one of longer sort That on the shoring of a hill a man would thinke them grow Euen so the countrie Organpipes of Oten réedes in row Ech higher than another rise Then fastned he with Flax The middle quilles and ioyned in the lowest sort with Wax And when he thus had finisht them a little he them bent In compasse that the verie Birdes they full might represent There stoode me by him Icarus his sonne a pretie Lad. Who knowing not that he in handes his owne destruction had With similing mouth did one while blow the fethers to and fro Which in the Aire on wings of Birds did flask not long ago And with his thumbes another while he chafes the yelow Wax And le ts his fatâ—ers wondrous worke with childish â—oyes and knax. Assone as that the worke was done the workman by and by Did peyse his bodie on his wings and in the Aire on hie Hung wauering and did teach his sonne how he should also flie I warne thée quoth he Icarus a middle race to kéepe For if thou hold to low a gate the dankenesse of the déepe Will ouer â—ade thy wings with wet And if thou mount to hie The Sunne will â—indge them Therfore sée betwéene theÌ„ both thou flie I bid thée not behold the Starre Boötes in the Skie Nor looke vpon the bigger Beare to make thy course thereby Nor yet on Orions naked sword But euer haue an eie To kéepe the race that I doe kéepe and I will guide thée right In giuing counsell to his sonne to order well his flight He fastned to his shoulders twaine a paire of vncoth wings And as he was in doing it and warning him of things His aged chéekes were wet his hands did quake in fine he gaue His sonne a kisse the last that he aliue should euer haue And then he mounting vp aloft before him tooke his way Right fearfull for his followers sake as is the Bird the day That first she tolleth from hir nest among the braunches hie Hir tender yong ones in the Aire to teach them for to flie â–ª So heartens he his little sonne to follow teaching him A hurtfull Art His owne two wings he waueth verie trim And looketh backward still vpon his sonnes The fishermen Then standing angling by the Sea and shepeherdes leaning then On shéepehookes and the Ploughmen on the handles of their Plough Beholding them amazed were and thought that they that through The Aire could flie were Gods And now did on their left side stand The Iles of Paros and of Dele and Samos Iunos land And on their right Lebinthos and the faire Calydna fraught With store of home when the Boy a frolicke courage caught To flie at randon Wherevpon forsaking quight his guide Of fond desire to flie to Heauen aboue his boundes he stide And there the nerenesse of the Sunne which burnd more hote aloâ—t Did make the Wax with which his wings were glewed lithe and soft Assoone as that the Wax was molt his naked armes he shakes And wanting wherewithall to waue no helpe of Aire he takes But calling on his father loud he drowned in the waue And by this chaunce of his those Seas his name for euer haue His wretched Father but as then no father cride in feare O Icarus O Icarus where art thou tell me where That I may finde thée Icarus He saw the fethers swim Upon the waues and curst his Art that so had spighted him At last he tooke his bodie vp and laid it in a graue And to the I le the name of him then buried in it gaue And as he of his wretched sonne the corse in ground did hide The cackling Partrich from a thicke and leauie thorne him spide And clapping with his wings for ioy aloud to call began There was of that same kinde of Birde no mo but he as than In times forepast had none bene séene It was but late anew Since he was made a bird and that thou Daedalus mayst rew For whyle the world doth last thy shame shall therevpon ensew For why thy sister ignorant of that which after hapt Did put him to thée to be taught full twelue yeares old and apt To take instruction He did marke the middle bone that goes Through fishes and according to the paterne tane of those He filed teeth vpon a piece of yron one by one And so deuised first the Saw where erst was neuer none Moreouer he two yron shankes so ioynde in one round head That opening an indifferent space the one point downe shall tread And tother draw a circle round The finding of these things The spightfull heart of Daedalus with such a malice stings That headlong from the holy towre of Pallas downe he thrue His Nephew feyning him to fall by chaunce which was not true But Pallas who doth fauour wits did stay him in his fall And chaunging him into a Bird did clad him ouer all With fethers soft amid the Aire The quicknesse of his wit Which erst was swift did shed it selfe among his wings and féete And as he Partrich hight before so hights he Partrich still Yet mounteth not this Bird aloft ne séemes to haue a will To build hir nest in tops of trées among the boughes on hie But flecketh nere the ground and layes hir egges in hedges drie And forbicause hir former fall she ay in minde doth beare She euer since all lofty things doth warely shun for feare And now forwearied Daedalus alighted in the land Within the which the burning hilles of firie Aetna stand To saue whose life King Cocalus did weapon take in hand For which men thought him merciful And now with high renowne Had Theseus ceast the wofull pay of tribute in the towne Of Athens Temples decked were with garlands euery where And supplications made to Ioue and warlicke Pallas were And all the other Gods To whome more honor for to show Gifts blud of beasts and frankincense the people did bestow As in performance of their vowes The right redoubted name Of Theseus through the lande of Gréece was spred by
them blacke and blew And while his bodie yit Remained they did cherish it and cherish it againe They kist his bodie yea they kist the chist that did containe His corse And after that the corse was burnt to ashes they Did presse his ashes with their brests and downe along they lay Upon his tumb and there embraste his name vpon the stone And fillde the letters of the same with teares that from them gone At length Diana satisfide with slaughter brought vpon The house of Oenie lifts them vp with fâ—thers euerichone Saue Gorgee and the daughtriulaw of noble Alâ—mene and Makes wings to stretch along their sides and horned nebs to stand Upon their mouthes And finally she altring quight their faire And natiue shape in shape of Birds dooth send them through the Aire The noble Theseus in this while with others hauing donne His part in killing of the Boare too Athens ward begonne Too take his way But Acheloy then being swolne with raine Did stay him of his iourney and from passage him restraine Of Athens valiant knight quoth he come vnderneath my roofe And for to passe my raging streame as yet attempt no proofe This brooke is wont whole trées too beare and euelong stones too carry With hideous roring down his streame I oft haue séene him harry Whole Shepcotes standing nere his banks with flocks of shéepe therin Nought booted buls their streÌ„gth nought stéedes by swiftnes there could win Yea many lustie men this brooke hath swallowed when y â— snow From mountaines molten caused him his banks too ouerflow The best is for you for too rest vntill the Riuer fall Within his boundes and runne ageine within his chanell small Content quoth Theseus Acheloy I will not sure refuse Thy counsell nor thy house And so he both of them did vse Of Pommy hollowed diuersly and ragged Pebble stone The walles were made The floore with Mosse was soft to tread vpon The roofe thereof was checkerwise with shelles of Purple wrought And Perle The Sunne then full two parts of day to end had brought And Theseus downe to table sate with such as late before Had friendly borne him companie at killing of the Bore A tone side sate Ixions sonne and on the other sate The Prince of Troyzen Lelex with a thin hearde horie pate And then such other as the brooke of Acarnania did Uouchsafe the honor to his boord and table for to bid Who was right glad of such a guest Immediatly there came Barefooted Nymphes who brought in meate And when that of the same The Lords had taken their repast the meate away they tooke And set downe wine in precious stones Then Theseus who did looke Upon the Sea that vnderneath did lie within their sight Said tell vs what is yonsame place and with his fingar right Hée poynted therevnto I pray and what that Iland hight Although it séemeth mo than one The Riuer answerd thus It is not one mayne land alone that kenned is of vs. There are vppon a fyue of them The distaunce of the place Dooth hinder too discerne betwéene eche I le the perfect space And that the lesse yée woonder may at Phoebees act a late To such as had neglected her vppon contempt or hate Theis Iles were sumtyme Waternimphes who hauing killed Neate Twyce fyue and called too theyr feast the Country Gods too eate Forgetting mee kept frolicke cheere At that gan I too swell And ran more large than euer erst and being ouer fell Iâ—stomacke and in streame I rent the wood from wood and féeld FroÌ„ féeld with the ground the Nymphes as then with stomacks méeld Remembring mée I tumbled to the Sea The waues of mée And of the sea the ground that erst all whole was woont too bée Did rend a sunder into all the Iles you yonder sée And made a way for waters now too passe betwéene them frée They now of Vrchins haue theyr name But of theis Ilands one A great way of behold yée stands a great way of alone As you may sée The Mariners doo call it Perimell With her shée was as then a Nymph so farre in loue I fell That of her maydenhod I her spoyld which thing displeasd so sore Her father Sir Hippodamas that from the craggy shore He threw her headlong downe to drowne her in the sea But I Did latch her streight and bearing her a flote did lowd thus crie O Neptune with thy thréetynde Mace who hast by lot the charge Of all the waters wylde that bound vppon the earth at large To whom wée holy streames doo runne in whome wée take our end Draw néere and gently to my boone effectually attend This Ladie whom I beare a flote myselfe hath hurt Bée méeke And vpright If Hippodamas perchaunce were fatherleeke Or if that he extremitie through outrage did not séeke He oughted too haue pitied her and for too beare with mée Now help vs Neptune I thée pray and condescend that shée Whom from the land her fathers wrath and cruelnesse dooth chace Who through her fathers cruelnesse is drownd may find the grace To haue a place or rather let hirselfe become a place And I will still embrace the same The King of Seas did moue His head and as a token that he did my sute approue He made his surges all too shake The Nymph was sore afrayd Howbéet shée swam and as shée swam my hand I softly layd Upon her brest which quiuered still And whyle I toucht the same I sensibly did féele how all her body hard became And how the earth did ouergrow her bulk And as I spake New earth enclosde hir swimming limbes which by and by did take Another shape and grew intoo a mighty I le With that The Riuer ceast and all men there did woonder much thereat Pirithous being ouer hault of mynde and such a one As did despyse bothe God and man did laugh them euerychone Too scorne for giuing credit and sayd thus The woords thou spaakst Are feyned fancies Acheloy and ouerstrong thou maakst The Gods to say that they can giue and take way shapes This scoffe Did make the héere 's all amazde for none did like thereof And Lelex of them all the man most rype in yéeres and wit Sayd thus Unmeasurable is the powre of heauen and it Can haue none end And looke what God dooth mynd too bring about Must take effect And in this case too put yée out of dout Upon the hilles of Phrygie néere of Teyle there stands a trée Of Oke enclosed with a wall Myself the place did sée For Pithey vnto Pelops féelds did send mée where his father Did sumtyme reigne not farre fro thence there is a poole which rather Had bene dry ground inhabited But now it is a meare And Moorecocks Cootes and Cormorants doo bréede and nestle there The mightie Ioue and Mercurie his sonne in shape of men Resorted thither on a tyme. A thousand houses when For roome too lodge in they had sought a thousand houses
too any folk It surely hurted her For standing in her owne conceyt shée did herself prefer Before Diana and dispraysd her face who there with all Inflaamd with wrath sayd well with déedes we better please her shall Immediatly shée bent her bowe and let an arrow go Which strake her through the toong whose spight deserued wounding so Her toong wext dumb her spéech gan fayle that erst was ouer ryfe And as shée stryued for too speake away went blood and lyfe How wretched was I then O God how strake it too my hart What woordes of comfort did I speake too ease my brothers smart Too which he gaue his eare as much as dooth the stonny rocke Too hideous roring of the waues that doo against it knocke There was no measure nor none ende in making of his mone Nor in bewayling comfortlesse his daughter that was gone But when he sawe her bodye burne fowre tymes with all his myght He russhed foorth too thrust himself amid the fyre in syght Fowre tymes hée béeing thence repulst did put himself too flyght And ran mée wheras was no way as dooth a Bullocke when A hornet stings him in the necke Mée thought hée was as then More wyghter farre than any man Yée would haue thought his féete Had had sum wings So fled he quyght from all and being fléete Through eagernesse too dye he gat too mount Parnasos knappe And there Apollo pitying him and rewing his missehappe When as Daedalion from the cliffe himself had headlong floong Transformd him too a bird and on the soodaine as hée hung Did giue him wings and bowwing beake and hooked talants kéene And éeke a courage full as féerce as euer it had béene And furthermore a greater strength he lent him therwithall Than one would thinke conueyd myght bée within a roome so small And now in shape of Gossehawke hée too none indifferent is But wreakes his téene on all birds And bycause him selfe ere this Did feele the force of sorrowes sting within his wounded hart Hée maketh others oftentymes too sorrow and too smart As Caeyx of his brothers chaunce this wondrous story seth Commes ronning thither all in haste and almost out of breth Anaetor the Phocayan who was Pelyes herdman Hée Sayd Pelye Pelye I doo bring sad tydings vntoo thée Declare it man ê™ Peleus what euer that it bée King Ceyx at his fearefull woordes did stand in dowtfull stowne Thiz noonetyde ê™ the herdman Iche did driue your cattell downe Too zea and zum a them did zit vppon the yellow zand And looked on the large mayne poole of water néere at hand Zum roayled zoftly vp and downe and zum a them did zwim And bare their iolly horned heades abooue the water trim A Church stondes néere the zea not deckt with gold nor marble stone But made of wood and hid with trées that dréeping hang theron A vissherman that zat and dryde hiz netts vppo the zhore Did tellz that Nereus and his Nymphes did haunt the place of yore And how that thay béene Goddes a zea There butts a plot vorgrowne With zallow trees vppon the zame the which is ouerblowne With tydes and is a marsh Urom thence a woolf an orped wyght With hideous noyse of rustling made the groundes néere hand afryght Anon he commes mée buskling out bezmeared all his chappes With blood daubaken and with vome as véerce as thunder clappes Hiz eyen did glaster red as vyre and though he raged zore Uor vamin and vor madnesse bothe yit raged he much more In madnesse Uor hée cared not his hunger vor too zlake Or i the death of oxen twoo or thrée an end too make But wounded all the herd and made a hauocke of them all And zum of vs too in devence did happen vor too vall In daunger of his deadly chappes and lost our lyues The zhore And zea is staynd with blood and all the ven is on a rore Delay bréedes losse The cace denyes now dowting vor too stond Whyle owght remaynes let all of vs take weapon in our hond Le ts arme our zelues and let vz altoogither on him vall The herdman hilld his peace The losse movde Peleus not at all But calling his offence too mynde he thought that Neryes daughter The chyldlesse Ladye Psamathe determynd with that slaughter Too keepe an Obit too her sonne whom hée before had killd Immediatly vppon this newes the king of Trachin willd His men too arme them and too take their weapons in theyr hand And he addrest himself too bée the leader of the band His wyfe Alcyone by the noyse admonisht of the same In dressing of her head before shée had it brought in frame Cast downe her heare and ronning foorth caught Ceyx fast about The necke desyring him with teares too send his folk without Himself and in the lyfe of him too saue the lyues of twayne O Princesse cease your godly feare ê™ Peleus then agayne Your offer dooth deserue great thanks I mynd not warre to make Ageinst straunge monsters I as now another way must take The seagods must bée pacifyde There was a Castle hye And in the same a lofty towre whose toppe dooth face the skye A ioyfull mark for maryners too guyde theyr vessells by Too this same Turret vp they went and there with syghes behilld The Oxen lying euery where stark dead vppon the féelde And eeke the cruell stroygood with his bluddy mouth and heare Then Peleus stretching foorth his handes too Seaward prayd in feare Too watrish Psamath that she would her sore displeasure stay And help him She no whit relents too that that he did pray But Thetis for hir husband made such earnest sute that shée Obteynd his pardon For anon the woolfe who would not bée Reuoked from the slaughter for the swéetenesse of the blood Persisted sharpe and eager still vntill that as he stood Fast byghting on a Bullocks necke shée turnd him intoo stone As well in substance as in hew the name of woolf alone Reserued For although in shape hée séemed still yit one The verry colour of the stone béewrayd him too bée none And that he was not too bee feard How be it froward fate Permitts not Peleus in that land too haue a setled state He wandreth like an outlaw too the Magnets There at last Acastus the Thessalien purgd him of his murther past In this meane tyme the Trachine king sore vexed in his thought With signes y â— both before since his brothers death were wrought For counsell at the sacret Spelles which are but toyes too foode Fond fancyes and not counsellers in perill too doo goode Did make him réedy too the God of Claros for too go For heathenish Phorbas and the folk of Phlegia had as tho The way too Delphos stopt that none could trauell too or fro But ere he on his iourney went he made his faythfull make Alcyone préeuye too the thing Immediatly theyr strake A chilnesse too her verry bones and pale was all her
timber choke His chappes let weyght enforce his death in stead of wounding stroke This sayd by chaunce he gets a trée blowne downe by blustring blasts Of Southerne wynds and on his fo with all his myght it casts And gaue example too the rest too doo the like Within A whyle the shadowes which did hyde mount Pehon waxed thin And not a trée was left vppon mount Othris ere they went Sir Cenye vnderneathe this greate howge pyle of timber pent Did chauf and on his shoulders hard the heauy logges did beare But when aboue his face and head the trées vp stacked were So that he had no venting place too drawe his breth One whyle He faynted and anotherwhyle he heaued at the pyle Too tumble downe the loggs that lay so heauy on his backe And for too winne the open ayre ageine aboue the stacke As if the mountayne Ida lo which yoonder we doo sée So hygh by earth quake at a tyme should chaunce to shaken bée Men dowt what did become of him Sum hold opinion that The burthen of the woodes had driuen his soule too Limbo flat But Mopsus sayd it was not so For he did sée a browne Bird flying from amid the stacke and towring vp and downe It was the first tyme and the last that euer I behild That fowle When Mopsus softly saw him soring in the féeld He looked wistly after him and cryed out on hye Hayle péerlesse perle of Lapith race hayle Ceny late ago A valeant knyght and now a bird of whom there is no mo The author caused men beléeue the matter too bee so Our sorrow set vs in a rage It was too vs a gréef That by so many foes one knyght was killd without reléef Then ceast wee not too wreake our â—éene till most was slaine in fyght And that the rest discomfitâ—d were fled away by nyght As Nestor all the processe of this battell did reherce Betwéene the valeant Lapithes and misshapen Centavvres ferce Tlepolemus displeased sore that Hercules was past With silence could not hold his peace but out theis woordes did cast My Lord I muse you should forget my fathers prayse so quyght For often vntoo mée himself was woonted too recite How that the clowdbred folk by him were chéefly put too flyght Ryght sadly Nestor answerd thus Why should you mée constreyne Too call too mynd forgotten gréefs and for to réere ageine The sorrowes now outworne by tyme or force mée too declare The hatred and displeasure which I too your father bare In sooth his dooings greater were than myght bée well beléeued He fild the world with high renowme which nobly he atchéeued Which thing I would I could denye For neyther set wee out Deïphobus Polydamas nor Hector that most stout And valeant knyght the strength of Troy For whoo will prayse his fo Your father ouerthrew the walles of Messen long ago And razed Pyle and Ely townes vnwoorthye seruing so And feerce ageinst my fathers house hée vsde bothe swoord and fyre And not too speake of others whom he killed in his tre Twyce six wée were the sonnes of Nele all lusty gentlemen Twyce six of vs excepting mée by him were murthred then The death of all the rest myght seeme a matter not so straunge But straunge was Periclymens death whoo had the powre too chaunge And leaue and take what shape he list by Neptune too him giuen The founder of the house of Nele For when he had béene driuen Too try all shapes and none could help he last of all became The fowle that in his hooked féete dooth beare the flasshing flame Sent downe from heauen by Iupiter He practising those birds With flapping wings and bowwing beake and hooked talants girds At Hercle and béescratcht his face Too certeine I may say Thy father amde his shaft at him For as hée towring lay Among the clowdes he hit him vnderneath the wing The stroke Was small Howbéet bycause therwith the sinewes being broke He wanted strength too maynteine flyght he fell me too the ground Through weakenesse of his wing The shaft that sticked in the wound By reason of the burthen of his bodye perst his syde And at the leftsyde of his necke all bloodye foorth did glyde Now tell mée O thou beawtyfull Lord Amirall of the fléete Of Rhodes if mée too speake the prayse of Hercle it bée méete But least that of my brothers deathes men think I doo desyre A further vendge than silence of the prowesse of thy syre I loue thée euen with all my hart and take thée for my fréend When Nestor of his pleasant tales had made this fréendly end They called for a boll of wyne and from the table went And all the resdew of the nyght in sléeping soundly spent But neptune like a father tooke the matter sore too hart That Cygnet too a Swan he was constreyned too conuert And hating féerce Achilles he did wreake his cruell téene Uppon him more vncourteously than had beséeming béene For when the warres well neere full twyce fyue yéeres had lasted Hée Unshorne Apollo thus bespake O neuew vntoo mée Most déere of all my brothers impes who helpedst mée too lay Foundation of the walles of Troy for which we had no pay And canst thou syghes forbeare too sée the Asian Empyre fall And dooth it not lament thy hart when thou too mynd doost call So many thousand people slayne in kéeping Ilion wall Or too th entent particlerly I doo not speake of all Remembrest thou not Hectors Ghost whoo harryed was about His towne of Troy where nerethelesse Achilles that same stout And farre in fyght more butcherly whoo stryues with all his myght Too stroy the woorke of mée and thée liues still in healthfull plyght â–ª If euer hée doo come within my daunger he shall féele What force is in my tryple mace But sith with swoord of stéele I may not méete him as my fo I pray thée vnbéeware Go kill him with a sodeine shaft and rid mée of my care Apollo did consent as well his vncle for too please As also for a pryuate grudge himself had for too ease And in a clowd he downe among the host of Troy did slyde Where Paris dribbling out his shaftes among the Gréekes hée spyde And telling him what God he was sayd wherfore doost thou waast Thyne arrowes on the simple sort It any care thou haste Of those that are thy fréendes go turne ageinst Achilles head And like a man reuendge on him thy brothers that are dead In saying this he brought him where Achilles with his brond Was beating downe the Troiane folk and leueld so his hond As that Achilles tumbled downe starke dead vppon the lond This was the onely thing wherof the old king Priam myght Take comfort after Hectors death That stout and valeant knyght Achilles whoo had ouerthrowen so many men in fyght Was by that coward carpet knyght béeréeued of his lyfe Whoo like a caytif stale away the Spartane princes wyfe But if of
lust Of one what God so ere he was disdeyning former fare Too cram that cruell croppe of his with fleshmeate did not spare He made a way for wickednesse And first of all the knyfe Was staynd with blood of sauage beastes in ridding them of lyfe And that had nothing béene amisse if there had béene the stay For why wée graunt without the breach of godlynesse wée may By death confound the things that séeke too take our lyues away But as too kill them reason was euen so agein theyr was No reason why too eate theyr flesh This leawdnesse thence did passe On further still Wheras there was no sacrifyse beforne The Swyne bycause with hoked groyne he wrooted vp the corne And did deceyue the tillmen of theyr hope next yéere thereby Was déemed woorthy by desert in sacrifyse too dye The Goate for byghting vynes was slayne at Bacchus altar whoo Wreakes such misdéedes Theyr owne offence was hurtful to theis twoo But what haue you poore shéepe misdoone a cattell méeke and méeld Created for too maynteine man whoos 's fulsomme duggs doo yéeld Swéete Nectar whoo dooth clothe vs with your wooll in soft aray Whoose lyfe dooth more vs benefite than dooth your death farreway What trespasse haue the Oxen doone a beast without all guyle Or craft vnhurtfull simple borne too labour euery whyle In fayth he is vnmyndfull and vnwoorthy of increace Of corne that in his hart can fynd his tilman too releace From plowgh too cut his throte that in his hart can fynde I say Those neckes with hatchets of too strike whoos 's skinne is worne away With labring ay for him whoo turnd so oft his land most tough Whoo brought so many haruestes home yit is it not ynough That such a great outrageousenesse committed is They father Theyr wickednesse vppon the Goddes And falsly they doo gather That in the death of peynfull Ox the hyghest dooth delyght A sacrifyse vnblemished and fayrest vntoo syght For beawtye woorketh them theyr bane adornd with garlonds and With glittring gold is cyted at the altar for too stand There héere 's he woordes he wotes not what y â— which y â— préest dooth pray And on his forehead suffereth him betwéene his hornes too lay The eares of corne that he himself hath wrought for in the clay And stayneth with his blood the knyfe that he himself perchaunce Hathe in the water shéere ere then behild by soodein glaunce Immediatly they haling out his hartstrings still aliue And poring on them séeke therein Goddes secrets too reâ—ryue Whence commes so gréedy appetyte in men of wicked meate And dare yée O yée mortall men aduenture thus too eate Nay doo not I beséeche yée so But giue good â—are and héede Too that that I shall warne you of and trust it as your créede That whensoeuer you doo eate your Oxen you deuowre Your husbandmen And forasmuch as God this instant howre Dooth moue my toong too speake I will obey his heauenly powre My God Apollos temple I will set you open and Disclose the woondrous heauens themselues and make you vnderstand The Oracles and secrets of the Godly maiestye Greate things and such as wit of man could neuer yit espye And such as haue béene hidden long I purpose too descrye I mynd too leaue the earth and vp among the starres too slye I mynd too leaue this grosser place and in the clowdes too flye And on stowt Atlas shoulders strong too rest my self on hye And looking downe from heauen on men that wander heere and there In dreadfull feare of death as though they voyd of reason were Too giue them exhortation thus and playnely too vnwynd The whole discourse of destinie as nature hath assignd O men amaazd with dread of death why feare yée Limbo Styx And other names of vanitie which are but Poets tricks And perrills of another world all false surmysed géere For whither fyre or length of tyme consume the bodyes héere Yee well may thinke that further harmes they cannot suffer more For soules are frée from death Howbéet they liuing euermore Theyr former dwellings are receyud and liue ageine in new For I myself ryght well in mynd I beare it too be trew Was in the tyme of Troian warre Euphorbus Panthevves sonne Quyght through whoos 's hart the deathfull speare of Menelay did ronne I late age in Iunos Church at Argos did behold And knew the target which I in my left hand there did hold Al things doo chauÌ„ge But nothing sure dooth perrish This same spright Dooth fléete and fisking héere and there dooth swiftly take his flyght From one place too another place and entreth euery wyght Remouing out of man too beast and out of beast too man But yit it neuer perrisheth nor neuer perrish can And euen as supple wax with ease receyueth fygures straunge And kéepes not ay one shape ne bydes assured ay from chaunge And yit continueth alwayes wax in substaunce So I say The soule is ay the selfsame thing it was and yit astray It fléeteth intoo sundry shapes Therfore least Godlynesse Bée vanquisht by outragious lust of belly beastlynesse Forbeare I speake by prophesie your kinsfolkes ghostes too chace By slaughter neyther nourish blood with blood in any cace And sith on open sea the wynds doo blow my sayles apace In all the world there is not that that standeth at a stay Things eb and flow and euery shape is made too passe away The tyme itself continually is fléeting like a brooke For neyther brooke nor lyghtsomme tyme can tarrye still But looke As euery waue dryues other foorth and that that commes behynd Bothe thrusteth and is thrust itself Euen so the tymes by kynd Doo fly and follow bothe at once and euermore renew For that that was before is left and streyght there dooth ensew Anoother that was neuer erst Eche twincling of an eye Dooth chaunge Wée see that after day commes nyght and darks the sky And after nyght the lyghtsum Sunne succéedeth orderly Like colour is not in the heauen when all things wéery lye At midnyght â—ound a sléepe as when the daystarre cléere and bryght Commes foorth vppon his milkwhyght stéede Ageine in other plyght The morning Pallants daughter fayre the messenger of lyght Deliuereth intoo Phebus handes the world of cléerer hew The circle also of the sonne what â—yme it ryseth new And when it setteth looketh red â–ª but when it mounts most hye Then lookes it whyght bycause that there the nature of the skye Is better and from filthye drosse of earth dooth further flye The image also of the Moone that shyneth ay by nyght Is neuer of one quantitie For that that giueth lyght Too day is lesser than the next that followeth till the full And then contrarywyse eche day her lyght away dooth pull What seest thou not how that the yéere as representing playne The age of man departes itself in quarters fowre first bayne And tender in the spring it is euen like a sucking babe Then gréene and