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Like as the tiller of the fruitfull ground vvith suddaine storme and tempest is astonished▪ vvho sees the flash, and heares the thunders sound, And for their maisters sake the cattell punished: Or when by hap a faire old Pine he found By force of raging wind his leaues diminished: So stood amazd the Pagan in that place, His Lady present at that wofull case. I. Harrington.
Euen as a Wolfe by pinching famine led That in the field a carrion beast doth finde,
On which before the doggs and Rauens haue fed, And nothing left but bones and hornes behind, Stands still and gazeth on the carkasse dead: So at this sight the Pagan Prince repind, And curseth oft, and cals himselfe a beast, For comming tardy to so rich a feast. Idem.
Like to a man who walking in the grasse Vpon a Serpent suddenly doth tread, Plucks backe his foote, and turnes away his face, His colour fading pale, as he were dead: Thus he the place▪ thus he the act doth shun, Lothing to see what he before had done. M. Drayton.
Looke how the God of wisedome marbled stands Bestowing Laurell wreaths of dignitie In Delphos Ile, at whose impartiall hands Hang antique scrolles of gentle Herauldry, And at his feete ensignes and trophies lie, Such was my state, whom euery man did follow, As liuing statue of the great Apollo. Th. Storer.
All as the hungry winter-starued earth, vvhen she by nature labours towards her birth, Still as the day vpon the darke world creepes One blossome forth after another peepes, Till the small flower whose roote is now vnbound, Gets from the frostie prison of the ground, Spreading the leaues vnto the powrefull noone Deckt in fresh colours, smiles vpon the sunne.
Neuer vnquiet care lodge in that brest Where but one thought of Rosamond did rest. M. Drayton.