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.

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The ioyous day gan earlie to appeare, And fayre Aurora fro her dewy bed Of aged Tithon gan her selfe to reare With rosie cheekes, for shame as blushing red. Ed. Spencer.

Now when the rosie-fingred morning fayre, Wearie of aged Tithons saffron bed, Had spread her purple robe through dewie ayre, And the high hilles Titan discouered, The royall Virgin shooke off drowsie bed. Idem.

Now sullen night with slow sad pace descended To vgly hell, when loe the blushing morrow Lends light to all faire eyes that light will borrow. W. Sh.

Soone as the morrow saire with purple beames, Disperst the shadowes of the mistie night, And Titan playing on the easterne streames, Gan cleare the dewie ayre with springing light. Ed. Spencer.

The dewie Rose at morne had with her hayres, In sundrie sorts the Indian clime adornde, And now her eyes apparelled in teares, The losse of louely Memnon long had mornde. D. Lodge.

The gaudie morne out of her golden sleepe Awakte, and little birdes vncagde gan sing, To welcome home the bride-groome of the sea. G. Peele.

The gray-eyde morne smiles on the frowning night, Cheering the easterne cloudes with streams of light, And darkenesse flected like a drunkard reeles, From forth dayes path-way made by Titans wheels. W. Sh.

Now had the morne espide her louers steedes, VVhereat shee starts, puts on her purple weede, And red for anger that hee stayd so long, All headlong throwes her selfe the cloudes among. Ch. Marlow.

As soon as morning her shining haires fro the mountains Had shewen forth & driuen all star-light quite fro the heauens. A. Fraunce.

Faire Aurora betimes by the daies break rose from her husband Husband, old & cold, & draue back clouds frō Olympas Making way to the sun, taking her way to the younker, Braue yonker Cephalus whom faire Aurora desired. Idem.

Now was the time when as Aurora faire, Began to shew the world her golden head, And looke abroade to take the coole fresh ayre, Iealous Tithono lying still in bedde. S. I. H.

The sable night dislodgd and now beganne, Auroraes vsher with a windie fanne, Sweetely to shake the woods on euerie side, The whilst his mistresse like a stately bride, With flowers, with gemmes, and Indian gold doth spangle Her louely locks her louers looks to tangle, VVhen passing through the aire in mantle blue, With siluer fringe shee drops the pearlie dew, With her goes Abram out. I. Syluester.

The rosie fringed morne with gladsome ray, Rose to her taske from old Tithonas lap. Ed. Fairfax.

The night beginnes bee angrie when shee sees She can distill no sleepe in louers eyes, Tossing her selfe among the cloudes now hath Sent the red morne as harauld of her wrath, VVhose louer Phebus rising from his bed, VVith dewie mantle hath the world or'e-spread, Shaking his tresses our Neptunes ebbe: And giuing tincture to the spiders webbe, These fayre nimphs rose, seeing the light did call. I. Weeuer.

Aurora bright her cristall gates vnbatr'd, And bridegroome like stept forth the glorious sunne Ed. Fairfax.

The dewie tressie morning newly wake, With golden tinsell scarse had crownd her brow, Riding in triumph on the Ocean lake, Embellishing the hony-fringed bowes. M. Drayton.

The purple morning left her crimsin bed, And dond her robes of pure vermillion hue, Her amber locks shee crownd with roses red, In Edens flowry gardens gathered new. Ed. Fairfax.