Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

Of Wrath,

—Fierce reuenging wrath Rides on a Lyon, loth for to bee led, And in his stand a burning brand hee had, The which hee brandished about his head, His eyes did hurle foorth sparkles fierie redde, And stared sterne on all that him beheld, As ashes pale of hew, and seeming dead, And on his dagger still his hand hee held, Trembling through hastie rage when choller in him sweld. Ed. Spencer.

— Boyling wrath, sterne, cruell, swift, & rash, That like a boare her teeth doth grinde and gnash, Whose hayre dooth stare like bristled po••cupine, Who sometimes rowles her gastly glowing eyene, And sometimes fixly on the ground doth glaunce, Now bleake, then bloudy in her countenance, Rauing and rayling with a hideous sound, Clapping her hands, stamping against the ground, Bearing Bocconi, fire, and sword, to slay And murder all that for her pittie pray, Banning her selfe to bane her enemie, Disdaining death, prouided others die, Like falling towres o're-turned by the wind,

That breake themselues on that they vndergrinde. I. Syluester.

Full many mischiefes follow cruell wrath, As horrid bloud-shed, and tumultuous strife, Vnmanly murther, and vnthriftie scath, Bitter despight, and rancors rustie knife, And fretting greefe, the enemie of life, All these and many euilles more haunt ire, The swelling spleene, and frenzie raging rife, The shaking palsie, and Saint Fraunces fire. Ed. Spencer.

When men with wrath and sudden paines of ire, Suffer themselues to bee o're-whelm'd and drownd, And hot reuenge that burnes l••ke flaming fire, Moo••es hearts to hurt, or tongs or hands to wound, Though after to a mend, if they desire, Yet place of pardon seldome can be found. S. I. H.

What iron band, or what sharpe hard-mouth'd bitte, What chaine of Diamond (if such might bee) Can bridle wrathfulnesse, and conquer it, And keepe him in his bounds and due degree. Idem.

— Hastie wrath and heedlesse hazardie, Doe breede repentance and lasting infamie. Ed. Spencer.

Poore sillie lambes the Lion neuer teares, The feeble Mouse may lie among great Beares, But wrath of man his rancour to requite, Forgets all reason, ruth, and mercie quite. M. of M.

— He is a mad man that doth seeke Occasion to wrath and cause of strife, She comes vnsought, and shunned followes eke: Happy, who can abstaine when rancor rife Kindles reuenge and threates his cruell knife: Woe neuer wants when euery cause is caught, And rash occa••ion makes vnquiet life. Ed. Spencer.

Be not moody in thy wrath, but pawze ere fist be bent, Oft Phillips sonne did rashly strike and sodenly repent. W. Warner.

Achilles when with counterfaited crest, He saw Patroclus bleeding all the way, To kill his killer was not satisfied, Except he hald and tare him all beside. S. I. H.

If fortune helpe whome thou wouldst hurt, Fret not at it the more, When Aiax stormed them from him, The prize Vlisses bore. W. Warner.

Rage, wanne and pale vpon a Tygre sat Gnawing vpon the bones of mangled men, Nought can he view but he repines thereat▪ His locks were snakes bred forth in Stigi∣an den▪ T. Lodge.