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Like as two mastiffe dogs with hungry iawes, Mou'd first to hate, from hate to raging ire: Approach with grinning teeth and grisly iawes, With staring eyes as red as flaming fire. At last they bite and scratch with teeth and clawes, Tearing themselues, and trembling in the mire. So after biting and reproachfull words, Sarcapant and Rinaldo drew their swords. Ed. Spencer.
Like as an exhalation hot and drie, Amongst the aire bred moisty vapours throwne
Spilleth his lightening forth couragiously, Renting the thick clouds with a thunder-stone, As though the huge all couering heauen did grone. Such is the garboyle of this conflict then, Braue English men encountring English men. M. Drayton.
Like as ye see the wallowing sea to striue Flood after flood, and waue with waue to driue: Thē waues with waues, thē floods with floods to chace, And eft returnes vnto their former place. Or like the crops of corne in midst of May, (Blowne vp with westerne wind) aside do sway, Both too and fro as force doth them constraine, And yet their tops redresseth vp againe. So whiles the Sirians are by Medes displaced, And whiles the Medes by Syrians are rechaced. Th. Hudson.
Like as a puttock hauing spied in sight A gentle faulchon sitting on a hill, Whose other wing now made vnmeet for flight, Was lately broken by some fortune ill. The foolish kite led with licentious will, Doth beat vpon the gentle byrd in vaine, With many idle stoopes her troubling still. Euen so did Radagond with bootlesse paine, Annoy this noble knight, and sorely him constraine. Ed. Spencer.
Euen as an Eagle that espies from hie, Among the hearbes a partie coloured snake: Or on a banke sunning her selfe to lie, Casting the elder skin, anew to make
Lies houering warily till she may spie Aduantage sure the venomd worme to take: Then takes him by the backe and beats her wings, Maugre the poyson of his forked stings, So doth Rogero both with sword and speare, The cruell monster warily assaile. S. I. Harr.
Like as a mountaine or a cape of land, Assaild with stormes, and sailes on euery side Doth vnremoued stedfast still withstand, Storme, thunder, lightning, tempest, wind and tide. The Souldan so withstood Latinus band. Ed. Fairfax.
So thicke flew flouds and darts that no man sees The azurde heauens, the sunne his brightnes lost: The cloudes of weapons like to swarmes of bees Met in the aire, and there each other crost. And looke how falling leaues drop downe from trees When the moyst sappe is mixt with liuely frost, Or apples in strong windes from braunches fall, The Sarazens so tumbled from the wall. Idem.
As when a windy tempest bloweth hie, That nothing may withstand his stormy stowre, The cloudes as things afraid before him flie, But all so soone as his outragious power Is laid, they fairly then begin to showre, And as in storme of his spent stormy spight, Now all at once their malice forth do powre. So did Sir Guion beare himselfe in fight, And suffered rash Pirrocles want his idle might. Ed. Spencer.
As Eagle fresh out of the Ocean waue, Where he hath left his plumes all hoary gray, And deckt himselfe with feathers youthly gay, Like Eyas hauke vpmounting to the skies, His newly budded pinions to assay, And maruells at himselfe still as he flies, So new, this newborne knight to battle did arise. Idem.
As gentle shepheard in sweete euen-tide, When ruddy Phoebus gins to walke in west, He on an hill his flocke to viewen wide, Markes which do bite his heartie supper best. A cloud of combrous gnats do him molest, All striuing to infixe their feeble stings, That from their noyance, he no where can rest, But with his clownish hands their tender wings He brusheth off, and oft doth marre their murmurings. Ed. Sp.
—They him espying, both with greedie force At once vpon him ranne, and him beset With stroakes of mortall steele, without remorse, And on his shield like Iron sledges bet, As when a Beare and Tigre being met, In cruell fight on Libicke Ocean wide, Espide a traueller with feet surbet, Whom they in equall pray hope to deuide, They stint their strife, and him assaile on euery side. Ed. Spencer.