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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 4, line 167 (search)
u makste it late before thou fall to reast. And for desire to looke on hir, thou often doste prolong Our winter nightes. And in thy light thou faylest eke among. The fancie of thy faultie minde infectes thy feeble sight, And so thou makste mens hearts afrayde by daunting of thy light, Thou looxte not pale bycause the globe of Phebe is betweene The Earth and thee: but love doth cause this colour to be seene. Thou lovest this Leucothoe so far above all other, That neyther now for Clymene, for Rhodos, nor the mother Of Circe, nor for Clytie (who at that present tyde Rejected from thy companie did for thy love abide Most grievous torments in hir heart) thou seemest for to care. Thou mindest hir so much that all the rest forgotten are. Hir mother was Eurynome of all the fragrant clime Of Arabie esteemde the flowre of beautie in hir time. But when hir daughter came to age the daughter past the mother As far in beautie, as before the mother past all other. Hir father was king Orcha
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 7, line 350 (search)
nd: and The Serpent that became a stone upon the Lesbian sand. And Ida woods where Bacchus hid a Bullocke (as is sayd) In shape of Stag the which his sonne had theevishly convayde. And where the Sire of Corytus lies buried in the dust. The fieldes which Meras (when he first did into barking brust) Affraide with straungenesse of the noyse. And eke Eurypils towne In which the wives of Cos had homes like Oxen on their crowne Such time as Hercles with his hoste departed from the Ile, And Rhodes to Phoebus consecrate: and Ialyse where ere while The Telchines with their noysome sight did every thing bewitch. At which their hainous wickednesse Jove taking rightfull pritch, Did drowne them in his brothers waves. Moreover she did passe By Ceos and olde Carthey walles where Sir Alcidamas Did wonder how his daughter should be turned to a Dove. The Swannie Temp and Hyries Poole she viewed from above, The which a sodeine Swan did haunt. For Phyllie there for love Of Hyries sonne did
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 12, line 536 (search)
fowle that in his hooked feete dooth beare the flasshing flame Sent downe from heaven by Jupiter. He practising those birds, With flapping wings, and bowwing beake, and hooked talants girds At Hercle, and beescratcht his face. Too certeine (I may say) Thy father amde his shaft at him. For as he towring lay Among the clowdes, he hit him underneath the wing. The stroke Was small: howbee't bycause therwith the sinewes being broke, He wanted strength to maynteine flyght, he fell me to 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 mee, O thou beawtyfull Lord Amirall of the fleete Of Rhodes, if mee to speake the prayse of Hercle it bee meete. But lest that of my brothers deathes men think I doo desyre A further vendge than silence of the prowesse of thy syre, I love thee even with all my hart, and take thee for my freend.