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And soone her bodie turn'd to ashes colde.
I saw the foule, that doth the light despise,
Out of her dust like to a worme arise.


I saw a river swift, whose fomy billowes
Did wash the ground work of an old great wall
I saw it cover'd all with griesly shadowes,
That with black horror did the ayre appall :
Thereout a strange beast with seven heads arose,
That townes and castles under her brest did coure,
And seem'd both milder beasts and fiercer foes

Alike with equall ravine to devoure.

Much was I mazde to see this monsters kinde
In hundred formes to change his fearefull hew;
When as at length I saw the wrathfull winde,
Which blows cold storms, burst out of Scithian mew,
That sperst these cloudes; and, in so short as thought,
This dreadfull shape was vanished to nought.

Then all astonied with this mighty ghoast,
An hideous bodie big and strong I sawe,

With side long beard, and locks down hanging loast,
Sterne face, and front full of Saturnlike awe;

Who, leaning on the belly of a pot,

Pourd foorth a water, whose out gushing flood
Ran bathing all the creakie shore aflot,
Whereon the Troyan prince spilt Turnus blood;
And at his feete a bitch wolfe suck did yeeld
To two young babes: his left the Palme tree stout,
His right hand did the peacefull Olive wield,
And head with Lawrell garnisht was about.
Sudden both Palme and Olive fell away,

And faire greene Lawrell branch did quite decay.

Hard by a rivers side a virgin faire,
Folding her armes to heaven with thousand throbs,
And outraging her cheekes and golden haire,
To falling rivers sound thus tun'd her sobs.


"Where is (quoth she) this whilom honoured face?
Where the great glorie and the auncient praise,
In which all worlds felicitie had place,

When gods and men my honour up did raise?
Suffis'd it not that civill warres me made

The whole worlds spoile, but that this Hydra new,
Of hundred Hercules to be assaide,

With seven heads, budding monstrous crimes anew, So many Neroes and Caligulaes

Out of these crooked shores must dayly rayse?"

Upon an hill a bright flame I did see
Waving aloft with triple point to skie,
Which, like incense of precious Cedar tree,
With balmie odours fil'd th' ayre farre and nie.
A Bird all white, well feathered on each wing,
Hereout up to the throne of Gods did flie,
And all the way most pleasant notes did sing,
Whilst in the smoake she unto heaven did stie.
Of this faire fire the scattered rayes forth threw
On everie side a thousand shining beames;
When sudden dropping of a silver dew

(O grievous chancee!) gan quench those precious flames,

That it, which earst so pleasant sent did yeld,
Of nothing now but noyous sulphure smeld.



I saw a spring out of a rocke forth rayle,
As cleare as Christall gainst the Sunnie beames,
The bottome yeallow, like the golden grayle
That bright Pactolus washeth with his streames;
It seem'd that Art and Nature had assembled
All pleasure there, for which mans hart could long;
And there a noyse alluring sleepe soft trembled,
Of manie accords more sweete than Mermaids song.
The seates and benches shone as yvorie,
And hundred Nymphes sate side by side about;
When from nigh hills, with hideous outcrie,
A troup of Satyres in the place did rout,

Which with their villeine feete the streame did ray, Threw down the seats, and drove the Nymphs away.

Much richer then that vessell seem'd to bee,
Which did to that sad Florentine appeare,
Casting mine eyes farre off, I chaunst to see
Upon the Latine Coast herselfe to reare :
But suddenly arose a tempest great,
Bearing close envie to these riches rare,

Which gan assaile this ship with dreadfull threat,
This ship to which none other might compare ;
And finally the storme impetuous

Sunke up these riches, second unto none,
Within the gulfe of greedie Nereus.

I saw both ship and mariners each one,

And all that treasure drowned in the maine:
But I the ship saw after raisd againe.

Long having deeply gron'd these visions sad,
I saw a Citie, like unto that same
Which saw the messenger of tidings glad,
But that on sand was built the goodly frame:
It seem'd her top the firmament did rayse,
And no lesse rich than faire, right worthie sure
(If ought here worthie) of immortall dayes,
Or if ought under heaven might firme endure.
Much wondred I to see so faire a wall;
When from the Northerne coast a storme arose,
Which breathing furie from his inward gall
On all which did against his course oppose,
Into a clowde of dust sperst in the aire
The weake foundations of this Citie faire.

At length, even at the time when Morpheus
Most trulie doth unto our eyes appeare,
Wearie to see the heavens still wavering thus.
I saw Typhoeus sister comming neare;
Whose head, full bravely with a morion hidd,




Did seeme to match the Gods in Majestie :
She, by a rivers bancke that swift downe slidd,
Over all the world did raise a Trophee hie;
An hundred vanquisht Kings under her lay,
With armes bound at their backs in shamefull wize.
Whilst I thus mazed was with great affray,

I saw the heavens in warre against her rize;
Then downe she stricken fell with clap of thonder,
That with great noyse I wakte in sudden wonder.





EING one day at my window all alone, 1
So manie strange things happened me to


As much it grieveth me to thinke thereon. At my right hand a Hynde appear'd to mee, So faire as mote the greatest God delite; Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace, Of which the one was blacke, the other white: With deadly force so in their cruell race They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast, That at the last, and in short time, I spide, Under a Rocke, where she alas! opprest, Fell to the ground, and there untimely dide. Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie, Oft makes me wayle so hard a destenie.

After, at sea a tall ship did appeare,
Made all of Heben and white Yvorie;

The sailes of golde, of silke the tackle were:
Milde was the winde, calme seem'd the sea to bee,
The skie eachwhere did show full bright and faire:
With rich treasures this gay ship fraighted was ;
But sudden storme did so turmoyle the aire,

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