...than it, Nor none went streighter from the Bow the amed marke to hit. He set his knee 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 environs everie side the water round about, And with his leaves as with a veyl...