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The velvet map which on his wings doth lie, The silken down with which his back is dight, His broad out-stretched horns, his airy thighs, His glorious colours, and his glistering eyes,
Which when Arachne saw, as overlaid
And mastered with workmanship so rare,
She stood astonied long, ne ought gainsaid,
And with fast fixed eyes on her did stare,
And by her silence, sign of one dismaid,
The victory did yield her as her share;
Yet did she inly fret and felly-burn,
And all her blood to poisonous rancour turn.
That shortly from the shape of womanhed,
Such as she was when Pallas she attempted,
She grew to hideous shape of drerihed,
Pined with grief of folly late repented:
Eftsoons her white strait legs were altered
To crooked crawling shanks, of marrow empted,
And her fair-face to foul and loathsom hue,
And her fine corps to a bag of venom grew.
This cursed creature, mindful of that old
Enfestred grudge the which his mother felt,
So soon as Clarion he did behold,
His heart with vengeful malice inly swelt,
And weaving straight a net with many a fold
About the cave, in which he lurking dwelt,
With fine small cords about it stretched wide,
So finely spun that scarce they could be spide.
Mot any damsel, which her vaunteth most
In skilful knitting of soft silken twine,
Nor any weaver, which his work doth boast
In diaper, in damask, or in lyne;
Nor any skill'd in workmanship emboss'd;
Nor any skill'd in loups of fingring fine,
Might in their diverse cunning ever dare
With this so curious net-work to compare,
Nedo I think that that same subtile gin
The which the Lemnian god fram'd craftily,
Mars sleeping with his wife to compass in,
That all the gods, with common mockery,
Might laugh at them, and scorn their shameful sin,
Was like to this: this same he did apply
For to entrap the careless Clarion,
That rang'd each where without suspicion.
Suspicion of friend, nor fear of foe,
That hazarded his health, had he at all, .
But walk’d at will and wandred to and fro,
In the pride of his freedom principal:
Little wist he his fatal future woe,
But was secure ; the liker he to fall!
He likest is to fall into mischance
That is regardless of his governance.
Yet still Aragnol (so his foe was hight)
Lay lurking covertly him to surprise,
And all his gins that him entangle might,
Dress'd in good order as he could devise.
At length the foolish Fly, without foresight,
As he that did all danger quite despise,
Towards those parts came flying carelessly,
Where hidden was his fatal enemy. -
Who seeing him, with secret joy therefore
Did tickle inwardly in every vein, -
And his false heart, fraught with all treason's store,
Was fill'd with hope his purpose to obtain : -
Himself he close upgathered more and more
Into his den, that his deceitful train. "
By his there being might not be bewraid,
Ne any noise, ne any motion, made. "
o -o- 'o ** Like as a wily fox, that having spide Where on a sunny bank the lambs do play, Full closely creeping by the hinder side, Lies in ambushment of his hoped prey, .
Ne stirreth limb, till seeing ready tide
He rusheth forth, and snatcheth quite away
One of the little younglings unawares;
So to his work Aragnol him prepares.
Who now shall give unto my heavy eyes
A well of tears, that all may overflow *
Or where shall I find lamentable cryes
And mournful tunes enough my grief to show f
Help, O thou tragick Muse! me to devise,
Notes sad enough to express this bitter throw,
For loe! the drery stownd is now arrived, -
That of all happiness hath us deprived. -
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The luckless Clarion, whether cruel Fate -
Or wicked Fortune faultless him misled,
Or some ungracious blast out of the gate
Of Aeole's reign perforce him drove on hed,
Was (O sad hap, and hour unfortunate!)
With violent swift flight forth carried
Into the cursed cobweb which his foe
Had framed for his final overthrow. * .
There the fond Fly entangled, struggled long,
Himself to free thereout; but all in vain;
For striving more, the more in laces strong
Himself he tide, and wrapt his winges twain
In limy snares the subtil loops among,
That in the end he breathless did remain,
And all his youthly forces idly spent,
Him to the mercy of th” avenger lent."
- - - - r Which when the griesly tyrant did espy, Like a grim lion rushing with fierce might Out of his den, he seized greedily On the resistless prey, and with fell spight, Under the left wing strook his weapon sly Into his heart, that his deep-groaning spright In bloody streams forth fled into the air, His body left the spectacle of care. * * *
E learned Sisters! which have oftentimes
Been to me aiding, others to adorn, Whom ye thought worthy of your graceful rimes, That ev'n the greatest did not greatly scorn To hear their names sung in your simple layes, But joyed in their praise; And when ye list your own mishap to mourn, Which death, or love, or fortune's wreck, did raise, Your string could soon to sadder tenour turn, And teach the woods and waters to lament Your doleful dreriment; Now lay those sorrowful complaints aside, And having all your heads with girlands crown'd, Help me mine own love's praises to resound, Ne let the same of any be envide: ". So Orpheus did for his own bride; So I unto my self alone will sing, The woods shall to me answer, and my eccho ring.
Early before the world's light-giving lamp
His golden beam upon the hills doth spred,
Having disperst the night's unchearful damp,
Do ye awake, and with fresh lustihed,
Go to the bowre of my beloved love,
My truest turtle-dove,
Bid her awake, for Hymen is awake,
And long since ready forth his mask to move,
With his bright tead that flames with many a flake,
And many a batchelor to wait on him,
In their fresh garments trim;
Bid her awake, therefore, and soon her dight,
For loe, the wished day is come at last,
That shall for all the pains and sorrows past
Pay to her usury of long delight;
And whilst she doth her dight, f * *
***.* her of joy and solace sing, -
all the woods may answer, and your eccho ring.
Bring with you all the nymphs that you can hear, Both of the rivers and the forests green, And of the sea that neighbours to her near, All with gay girlands goodly well beseen ; * And let them also with them bring in hand Another gay girland, For my fair love, of lillies and of roses, Bound true-love wise with a blue silk riband; And let them make great store of bridal posies, And let them eke bring store of other flowers ... To deck the bridal bowers; And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread, For fear the stones her tender foot should wrong, Be strew’d with fragrant flowers all along, And diapred like the discoloured meed: Which done, do at her chamber-door await, For she will waken strait; The whiles do ye this song unto her sing, The woods shall to you answer, and your ecchoring.
“Ye Nymphs of Mulla, which with careful heed
The silver scaly trouts do tend full well,
And greedy pikes which use therein to feed, -
(Those trouts and pikes all others do excel)
And ye likewise, which keep the rushie lake,
Where none do fishes take,
Bind up the locks the which hang scatterd light,
And in his waters, which your mirror make,
Behold your faces as the crystal bright,
That when you come whereas my love doth lie,
Noblemish she may spie. -
And eke, ye lightfoot Maids 1 which keep the door,
That on the hoary mountain use to towre,
And the wild wolves which seek them to devour,
Which your steel darts do chace from coming near,
Be also present here
To help to deck her, and to help to sing,
That all the woods may answer, and your ecchoring.