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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 3, line 314 (search)
Now while these things were done on earth, and that by fatal doome The twice borne Bacchus had a tyme to mannes estate to come, They say that Jove disposde to myrth as he and Juno sate A drinking Nectar after meate in sport and pleasant rate, Did fall a jeasting with his wife, and saide: A greater pleasure In Venus games ye women have than men beyonde all measure. She answerde no. To trie the truth, they both of them agree The wise Tyresias in this case indifferent Judge to bee, Who both the man and womans joyes by tryall understood. For finding once two mightie Snakes engendring in a Wood, He strake them overthwart the backs, by meanes whereof beholde (As straunge a thing to be of truth as ever yet was tolde) He being made a woman straight, seven winter lived so. The eight he finding them againe did say unto them tho: And if to strike ye have such powre as for to turne their shape That are the givers of the stripe, before you hence escape, One stripe now will I lende you more.
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 3, line 509 (search)
ed from above, If thou wert blinde as well as I, so that thou might not see The sacred rytes of Bacchus band. For sure the time will bee, And that full shortely (as I gesse) that hither shall resort Another Bacchus, Semelles sonne, whome if thou not support With pompe and honour like a God, thy carcasse shall be tattred, And in a thousand places eke about the Woods be scattred. And for to readhall make thee bleede. I know it shall so come to passe, for why thou shalt disdaine, To honour Bacchus as a God: and then thou shalt with paine Feele how that blinded as I am I sawe for thee too murue in deede, For as the Prophet did forespeake so fell it out with speede. Anon this newefound Bacchus commes: the woods and fieldes rebound With noyse of shouts and howling out, and such confused with fomie wroth away. Beholde all bloudie come his men, and straight he them demaunded Where Bacchus was, and why they had not done as he commaunded. Sir (aunswerde they) we saw him not, but this
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 3, line 690 (search)
orde Persisteth fiercer than before, not bidding others go But goes himselfe unto the hill Cytheron, which as tho To Bacchus being consecrate did ring of chaunted songs, And other loud confused sounds of Bacchus drunken throngs. And even as whenBacchus drunken throngs. And even as when the bloudie Trumpe doth to the battell sound, The lustie horse streight neying out bestirres him on the ground, And taketh courage thereupon t'assaile his emnie proud: Even so when Penthey heard afarre the noyse and howling loud That Bacchus fraBacchus franticke folke did make, it set his heart on fire, And kindled fiercer than before the sparks of settled ire. There is a goodly plaine about the middle of the hill, Environd in with Woods, where men may view eche way at will. Here looking on these ho these Most wicked women Pentheys limmes from one another teare. The Thebanes being now by this example brought in feare, Frequent this newfound sacrifice, and with sweete frankinsence God Bacchus Altars lode with gifts in every place doe cense.
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 4, line 1 (search)
at as well the Maide As Mistresse (for the time aside all other businesse layde) In Buckskin cotes, with tresses loose, and garlondes on their heare, Should in their hands the leavie speares (surnamed Thyrsis) beare, Foretelling them that if they did the Goddes commaundement breake, He would with sore and grievous plagues his wrath upon them wreake. The women straight both yong and olde doe thereunto obay. Their yarne, their baskets, and their flax unsponne aside they lay, And burne to Bacchus frankinsence. Whome solemly they call By all the names and titles high that may to him befall: As Bromius, and Lyeus eke, begotten of the flame, Twice borne, the sole and only childe that of two mothers came, Unshorne Thyoney, Niseus, Leneus, and the setter Of Wines, whose pleasant liquor makes all tables fare the better, Nyctileus and th'Elelean Sire, Iacchus, Evan eke, With divers other glorious names that through the land of Greke To thee O Liber wonted are to attributed
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 4, line 604 (search)
shipped with temples builded new. All only Acrise, Abas sonne, (though of the selfesame stocke) Remaind, who out of Argos walles unkindly did him locke, And moved wilfull warre against his Godhead: thinking that There was not any race of Goddes, for he beleved not That Persey was the sonne of Jove: or that he was conceyved By Danae of golden shower through which shee was deceived. But yet ere long (such present force hath truth) he doth repent As well his great impietie against God Bacchus meant, As also that he did disdaine his Nephew for to knowe. But Bacchus now full gloriously himselfe in Heaven doth showe. And Persey bearing in his hand the monster Gorgons head, That famous spoyle which here and there with snakish haire was spread, Doth beat the ayre with wavyng wings. And as he overflew The Lybicke sandes, the droppes of bloud that from the head did sew Of Gorgon being new cut off, upon the ground did fal. Which taking them (and as it were conceyving therwithall)
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 5, line 250 (search)
e whose streame is shed In channels seven, received them forwearied all togither: And how the Helhound Typhon did pursue them also thither. By meanes wherof the Gods eche one were faine themselves to hide In forged shapes. She saide that Jove the Prince of Gods was wride In shape of Ram: which is the cause that at this present tide Joves ymage which the Lybian folke by name of Hammon serve, Is made with crooked welked homes that inward still doe terve: That Phebus in a Raven lurkt, and Bacchus in a Geate, And Phebus sister in a Cat, and Juno 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 us rudely sung. Our turne is also come to speake, but that perchaunce your grace To give the hearing to our song hath now no time nor space. Yes yes (quoth Pallas) tell on forth in order all your tale: And dow
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 11, line 85 (search)
hts togither in that place. And now th'eleventh tyme Lucifer had mustred in the sky The heavenly host, when Midas commes to Lydia jocundly And yeeldes the old Silenus to his fosterchyld. He, glad That he his fosterfather had eftsoones recovered, bad King Midas ask him what he would. Right glad of that was hee, But not a whit at latter end the better should he bee. He minding to misuse his giftes, sayd: Graunt that all and some The which my body towcheth bare may yellow gold become. God Bacchus graunting his request, his hurtfull gift performd, And that he had not better wisht he in his stomacke stormd. Rejoycing in his harme away full merye goes the king: And for to try his promis true he towcheth every thing. Scarce giving credit to himself, he pulled yoong greene twiggs From off an Holmetree: by and by all golden were the spriggs. He tooke a flintstone from the ground, the stone likewyse became Pure gold. He towched next a clod of earth, and streight the same By force of towc
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 13, line 623 (search)
s head wheron he ware a myter whyght, And answerd thus: O noble prince, in fayth thou gessest ryght. Of children fyve a father then, thou diddest mee behold, Whoo now (with such unconstancie are mortall matters rolld) Am in a manner chyldlesse quyght. For what avayles my sonne Who in the Ile of Anderland a great way hence dooth wonne? Which country takes his name of him, and in the selfsayd place, In stead of father, like a king he holdes the royall mace. Apollo gave his lot to him: and Bacchus for to showe His love, a greater gift uppon his susters did bestowe Then could bee wisht or credited. For whatsoever they Did towche, was turned into come, and wyne, and oyle streyghtway. And so theyr was riche use in them. As soone as that the fame Hereof to Agamemnons eares, the scourge of Trojans, came, Lest you myght tast your stormes alone and wee not feele the same In part, an hoste he hither sent, and whither I would or no Did take them from mee, forcing them among the Greekes to g