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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I SING of deadly dolorous debate,<br>Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,<br>Betwixt two mightie ones of great estate,<br>Drawne into armes, and proofe of mortall fight,<br>Through prowd ambition, and hartswelling hate,<br>Whilest neither could the others greater might<br>And sdeignfull scorne endure; that from small iarre<br>Their wraths at length broke into open warre. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The rote whereof and tragicall effect,<br>Vouchsafe, O thou the mournfulst Muse of nyne,<br>That wontst the tragick stage for to direct,<br>In funerall complaints and waylfull tyne,<br>Reueale to me, and all the meanes detect,<br>Through which sad Clarion did at last declyne<br>To lowest wretchednes; And is there then<br>Such rancor in the harts of mightie men?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of all the race of siluer-winged Flies<br>Which doo possesse the Empire of the aire,<br>Betwixt the centred earth, and azure skies,<br>Was none more fauourable, nor more faire,<br>Whilst heauen did fauour his felicities,<br>Then Clarion, the eldest sonne and haire<br>Of Muscaroll, and in his fathers sight<br>Of all aliue did seeme the fairest wight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With fruitfull hope his aged breast he fed<br>Of future good, which his young toward yeares,<br>Full of braue courage and bold hardyhed,<br>Aboue th' ensample of his equall peares,<br>Did largely promise, and to him forered,<br>(Whilst oft his heart did melt in tender teares)<br>That he in time would sure proue such an one,<br>As should be worthie of his fathers throne.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The fresh young flie, in whom the kindly fire<br>Of lustfull yong[th] began to kindle fast,<br>Did much disdaine to subject his desire<br>To loathsome sloth, or houres in ease to wast,<br>But ioy'd to range abroad in fresh attire;<br>Through the wide compas of the ayrie coast,<br>And with vnwearied wings each part t'inquire<br>Of the wide rule of his renowmed sire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For he so swift and nimble was of flight,<br>That from this lower tract he dar'd to stie<br>Vp to the clowdes, and thence with pineons light,<br>To mount aloft vnto the Christall skie,<br>To vew the workmanship of heauens hight:<br>Whence downe descending he along would flie<br>Vpon the streaming riuers, sport to finde;<br>And oft would dare to tempt the troublous winde.<br>So on a Summers day, when season milde</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With gentle calme the world had quieted,<br>And high in heauen Hyperionsfierie childe<br>Ascending, did his beames abroad dispred,<br>Whiles all the heauens on lower creatures smilde;<br>Yong Clarion with vaunted lustie head,<br>After his guize did cast abroad to fare;<br>And theretoo gan his furnitures prepare.<br>His breastplate first, that was of substance pure,<br>Before his noble heart he firmely bound,<br>That mought his life from yron death assure,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And ward his gentle corpes from cruell wound:<br>For it by arte was framed to endure<br>The bit of balefull steele and bitter stownd,<br>No lesse then that, which Vulcane made to sheild<br>Achilles life from fate of Troyan field.<br>And then about his shoulders broad he threw<br>An hairie hide of some wild beast, whom hee<br>In saluage forrest by aduenture slew,<br>And rest the spoyle his ornament to bee:<br>Which spredding all his backe with dreadfull vew,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Made all that him so horrible did see,<br>Thinke him Alcides with the Lyons skin,<br>When the Næmean Conquest he did win.<br>Vpon his head his glistering Burganet,<br>The which was wrought by wonderous deuice,<br>And curiously engrauen, he did set:<br>The mettall was of rare and passing price;<br>Not Bilbo steele, nor brasse from Corinth fet,<br>Nor costly Oricalche from strange Phoenice;<br>But such as could both Phoebus arrowes ward,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And th' hayling darts of heauen beating hard.<br>Therein two deadly weapons fixt he bore,<br>Strongly outlaunced towards either side,<br>Like two sharpe speares, his enemies to gore:<br>Like as a warlike Brigandine, applyde<br>To fight, layes forth her threatfull pikes afore,<br>The engines which in them sad death doo hyde:<br>So did this flie outstretch his fearefull hornes,<br>Yet so as him their terrour more adornes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lastly his shinie wings as siluer bright,<br>Painted with thousand colours, passing farre<br>All Painters skill, he did about him dight:<br>Not halfe so manie sundrie colours arre<br>In Iris bowe, ne heauen doth shine so bright,<br>Distinguished with manie a twinckling starre,<br>Nor Iunoes Bird in her ey-spotted traine<br>So many goodly colours doth containe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ne (may it be withouten perill spoken)<br>The Archer God, the son of Cytheree,<br>That ioyes on wretched louers to be wroken,<br>And heaped spoyles of bleeding harts to see,<br>Beares in his wings so manie a changefull token.<br>Ah my liege Lord, forgiue it vnto mee,<br>If ought against thine honour I haue tolde;<br>Yet sure those wings were fairer manifolde.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Full manie a Ladie faire, in Court full oft<br>Beholding them, him secretly enuide,<br>And wisht that two such fannes, so silken soft,<br>And golden faire, her Loue would her prouide;<br>Or that when them the gorgeous Flie had doft,0<br>Some one that would with grace be gratifide,<br>From him would steale them priuily away,<br>And bring to her so precious a pray.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Report is that dame Venus on a day<br>In spring when flowres doo clothe the fruitfull ground,<br>Walking abroad with all her Nymphes to play,<br>Bad her faire damzels flocking her arownd,<br>To gather flowres, her forhead to array:<br>Emongst the rest a gentle Nymph was found,<br>Hight Astery, excelling all the crewe<br>In curteous vsage, and vnstained hewe</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who beeing nimbler ioynted than the rest,<br>And more industrious, gathered more store <br>Of the fields honour, than the others best;<br>Which they in secret harts enuying sore,<br>Tolde Venus, when her as the worthiest<br>She praisd, that Cupide (as they heard before)<br>Did lend her secret aide, in gathering<br>Into her lap the children of the spring.<br>Wherof the Goddesse gathering iealous feare,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not yet vnmindfull how not long agoe<br>Her sonne to Psyche secrete loue did beare,<br>And long it close conceal'd, till mickle woe<br>Thereof arose, and manie a rufull teare;<br>Reason with sudden rage did ouergoe,<br>And giuing hastie credit to th'accuser,<br>Was led away of them that did abuse her.<br>Eftsoones that Damzell by her heauenly might,<br>She turn'd into a winged Butterflie,<br>In the wide aire to make her wandring flight;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And all those flowres, with which so plenteouslie<br>Her lap she filled had, that bred her spright,<br>She placed in her wings, for memorie<br>Of her pretended crime, though crime none were:<br>Since which that flie them in her wings doth beare.<br>Thus the fresh Clarion being readie dight,<br>Vnto his iourney did himselfe addresse,<br>And with good speed began to take his flight:<br>Ouer the fields in his franke lustinesse,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And all the countrey wide he did possesse,<br>Feeding vpon their pleasures bounteouslie,<br>That none gainsaid, nor none him did enuie.<br>The woods, the riuers, and the meadowes green,<br>With his aire-cutting wings he measur'd wide,<br>Ne did he leaue the mountaines bare vnseene,<br>Nor the ranke grassie fennes delights vntride.<br>But none of these, how euer sweete they beene,<br>Mote please his fancie, nor him cause t'abide:<br>His choicefull sense with euerie change doth flit.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No common things may please a wauering wit.<br>To the gay gardins his vnstaid desire<br>Him wholly caried, to refresh his sprights:<br>There lauish Nature in her best attire,<br>Powres forth sweete odors, and alluring sights;<br>And Arte with her contending, doth aspire<br>T'excell the naturall, with made delights:<br>And all that faire or pleasant may be found,<br>In riotous excesse doth there abound.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There he arriuing, round about doth flie,<br>From bed to bed, from one to other border,<br>And takes suruey with curious busie eye,<br>Of euerie flowre and herbe there set in order;<br>Now this, now that he tasteth tenderly,<br>Yet none of them he rudely doth disorder,<br>Ne with his feete their silken leaues deface;<br>But pastures on the pleasures of each place.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And euermore with most varietie,<br>And change of sweetnesse (for all change is sweete)<br>He casts his glutton sense to satisfie,<br>Now sucking of the sap of herbe most meete,<br>Or of the deaw, which yet on them does lie,<br>Now in the same bathing his tender feete:<br>And then he pearcheth on some braunch thereby,<br>To weather him, and his moyst wings to dry.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And then againe he turneth to his play,<br>To spoyle the pleasure of that Paradise:<br>The wholsome Saluge, and Lauender still gray,<br>Ranke smelling Rue, and Cummin good for eyes,<br>The Roses raigning in the pride of May,<br>Sharpe Isope, good for greene wounds remedies,<br>Faire Marigoldes, and Bees alluring Thime,<br>Sweet Marioram, and Daysies decking prime.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Coole Violets, and Orpine growing still,<br>Embathed Balme, and chearfull Galingale,<br>Fresh Costmarie, and breathfull Camomill,<br>Red Poppie, and drink-quickning Setuale,<br>Veyne-healing Veruen, and hed-purging Dill,<br>Sound Sauorie, and Bazil hartie-hale,<br>Fat Colworts and comforting Perseline,0<br>Colde Lettuce, and refreshing Rosmarine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And whatso else of virtue good or ill<br>Grewe in the Gardin, fetcht from farre away,<br>Of euerie one he takes, and tastes at will,<br>And on their pleasures greedily doth pray.<br>Then when he hath both plaid, and fed his fill,<br>In the warme Sunne he doth himselfe embay,<br>And there him rests in riotous siffisaunce<br>Of all his gladfulnes, and kingly ioyaunce.<br>What more felicitie can fall to creature</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Than to enioy delight with libertie,<br>And to be Lord of all the workes of Nature,<br>To raine in th' aire from th' earth to highest skie,<br>To feed on flowres, and weeds of glorious feature,<br>To take what euer thing doth please the eie?<br>Who rests not pleased with such happines,<br>Well worthie he to taste of wretchednes.<br>But what on earth can long abide in state?<br>Or who can him assure of happie day;<br>Sith morning faire may bring fowle euening late,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And least mishap the most blisse alter may?<br>For thousand perills lie in close awaite<br>About vs daylie, to worke our decay;<br>That none, except a God, or God him guide,<br>May them auoyde, or remedie prouide.<br>And whatso heauens in their secrete doome<br>Ordained haue, how can fraile fleshly wight<br>Forecast, but it must needs to issue come?<br>The sea, the aire, the fire, the day, the night,<br>And th' armies of their creatures all and some</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Do serue to them, and with importune might<br>Warre against vs the vassals of their will.<br>Who then can saue, what they dispose to spill?<br>Not thou, O Clarion, though fairest thou<br>Of all thy kinde, vnhappie happie Flie,<br>Whose cruell fate is wouen euen now<br>Of Ioues owne hand, to worke thy miserie:<br>Ne may thee helpe the manie hartie vow,<br>Which thy olde Sire with sacred pietie<br>Hath powred forth for thee, and th' altars sprent:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nought may thee saue from heauens auengement.<br>It fortuned (as heauens had behight)<br>That in this gardin, where yong Clarion<br>Was wont to solace him, a wicked wight,<br>The foe of faire things, th' author of confusion,<br>The shame of Nature, the bondslaue of spight,<br>Had lately built his hatefull mansion;<br>And, lurking closely, in awayte now lay<br>How he might anie in his trap betray.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But when he spide the ioyous Butterflie<br>In this faire plot displacing too and fro,<br>Fearles of foes and hidden ieopardie,<br>Lord how he gan for to bestirre him tho,<br>And to his wicked worke each part applie:<br>His heate did earne against his hated foe,<br>And bowels so with ranckling poyson swelde,<br>That scarce the skin the strong contagion helde.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The cause why he this Flie so maliced,<br>Was (as in stories it is written found)<br>For that his mother which him bore and bred,<br>The most fine-fingred workwoman on ground,<br>Arachne, by his meanes was vanquished<br>Of Pallas, and in her owne skill confound,<br>When she with her for excellence contended,<br>That wrought her shame, and sorrow neuer ended.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For the Tritonian goddesse, hauing hard<br>Her blazed fame, which all the world had fil'd,<br>Came downe to proue the truth, and due reward<br>For her prais-worthie workmanship to yeild<br>But the presumptuous Damzel rashly dar'd<br>The Goddesse selfe to chalenge to the field,<br>And to compare with her in curious skill<br>Of workes with loome, with needle, and with quill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Minerua did the chalenge not refuse,<br>But deign'd with her the paragon to make:<br>So to their worke they sit, and each doth chuse<br>What storie she will for her tapet take.<br>Arachne figur'd how Ioue did abuse<br>Europa like a Bull, and on his backe<br>Her through the sea did beare; so liuely seene,<br>That it true Sea, and true Bull ye would weene.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Shee seem'd still backe vnto the land to looke,<br>And her play-fellowes aide to call, and feare<br>The dashing of the waues, that vp she tooke<br>Her daintie feete, and garments gathered neare:<br>But (Lord) how she in euerie member shooke,<br>When as the land she saw no more appeare,<br>But a wilde wildernes of waters deepe:<br>Then gan she greatly to lament and weepe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Before the Bull she pictur'd winged Loue,<br>With his yong brother Sport, light fluttering<br>Vpon the waues, as each had beene a Doue;<br>The one his bowe and shafts, the other Spring.<br>A burning Teade about his head did moue,<br>As in their Syres new loue both triumphing:<br>And manie Nymphes about them flocking round,<br>And manie Tritons, which did their hornes sound.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And round about, her worke she did empale<br>With a faire border wrought of sundrie flowres,<br>Enwouen with an Yuie winding trayle:0<br>A goodly worke, full fit for Kingly bowres,<br>Such as Dame Pallas, such as Enuie pale,<br>That al good things with venemous tooth deuowres,<br>Could not accuse. Then gan the Goddesse bright<br>Her selfe likewise vnto her worke to dight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She made the storie of the old debate<br>Which she with Neptune did for Athens trie:<br>Twelue Gods doo sit around in royall state,<br>And Ioue in midst with awfull Maiestie,<br>To iudge the strife betweene them stirred late:<br>Each of the Gods by his like visnomie<br>Eathe to be knowen; but Ioue aboue them all,<br>By his great lookes and power Imperiall.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Before them stands the God of Seas in place,<br>Clayming that sea-coast Citie as his right,<br>And strikes the rockes with his three-forked mace;<br>Whenceforth issues a warlike steed in sight,<br>The signe by which he chalengeth the place,<br>That all the Gods, which saw his wondrous might<br>Did surely deeme the victorie his due:<br>But seldome seene, foriudgement proueth true.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then to her selfe she giues her Aegide shield,<br>And steelhed speare, and morion on her hedd,<br>Such as she oft is seene in warlicke field:<br>Then sets she forth, how with her weapon dredd<br>She smote the ground, the which streight foorth did yield<br>A fruitfull Olyue tree, with berries spredd,<br>That all the Gods admir'd; then all the storie<br>She compast with a wreathe of Olyues hoarie.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Emongst these leaues she made a Butterflie,<br>With excellent deuice and wondrous flight,<br>Fluttring among the Oliues wantonly,<br>That seem'd to liue, so like it was in sight:<br>The veluet nap which on his wings doth lie,<br>The siken downe with which his backe is dight,<br>His broad outstretched hornes, his [h]ayrie thies,<br>His glorious colours, and his glittering eies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Which when Arachne saw, as ouerlaid<br>And mastered with workmanship so rare,<br>She stood astonied long, ne ought gainesaid,<br>And with fast fixed eyes on her did stare,<br>And by her silence, signe of one dismaid,<br>The victorie did yeeld her as her share:<br>Yet she did inly fret, and felly burne,<br>And all her blood to poysonous rancor turne:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That shortly from the shape of womanhed,<br>Such as she was, when Pallas she attempted<br>, She grew to hideous shape of dryrihed,<br>Pined with griefe of folly late repented:<br>Eftsoones her white streight legs were altered<br>To crooked crawling shankes, of marrowe empted,<br>And her faire face to fowle and loathsome hewe<br>And her fine corpses to a bag of venim grewe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This cursed creature, mindfull of that olde<br>Enfested grudge, the which his mother felt,<br>So soone as Clarion he did beholde,<br>His heart with vengefull malice inly swelt;<br>And weauing straight a net with manie a folde<br>About the caue, in which he lurking dwelt,<br>With fine small cords about it stretched wide,<br>So finely sponne, that scarce they could be spide.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not anie damzell, which her vaunteth most<br>In skilfull knitting of soft silken twyne;<br>Nor anie skil'd in workmanship embost;<br>Nor anie skil'd in loupes of fingring fine,<br>Might in their diuers cunning euer dare,<br>With this so curious networke to compare.<br>Ne doo I thinke, that that same subtil gin,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The which the Lemnian God framde craftilie,<br>Mars sleeping with his wife to compasse in,<br>That all the Gods with common mockerie<br>Might laugh at them, and scorne their shamefull sin,<br>Was like to this. This same he did applie<br>For to entrap the careles Clarion,<br>That ran'gd each where without suspition.<br>Suspition of friend, nor feare of foe,<br>That hazarded his health, had he at all, <br>But walkt at will, and wandred too and fro,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the pride of his freedome principall:<br>Litle wist he his fatall future woe,<br>But was secure, the liker he to fall.<br>He likest is to fall into mischaunce,<br>That is regardles of his gouernaunce.<br>Yet still Aragnoll (so his foe was hight)<br>Lay lurking couertly him to surprise,<br>And all his gins that him entangle might,<br>Drest in good order as he could deuise.<br>At length the foolish Flie without foresight,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As he that did all danger quite despise,<br>Toward those parts came flying careleslie<br>, Where hidden was his hatefull enemie.<br>Who, seeing him, with secrete ioy therefore<br>Did tickle inwardly in euerie vaine,<br>And his false hart fraught with all treasons store,<br>Was fil'd with hope, his purpose to obtaine:<br>Himselfe he close vpgathered more and more<br>Into his den, that his deceiptfull traine<br>By his there being might not be bewraid,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ne anie noyse, ne anie motion made.<br>Like as a wily Foxe, that hauing spide,<br>Where on a sunnie banke the Lambes doo play,<br>Full closely creeping by the hinder side,<br>Lyes in ambushment of his hoped pray,<br>Ne stirreth limbe, till seeing readie tide,<br>He rusheth forth, and snatcheth quite away<br>One of the little yonglings vnawares:<br>So to his worke Aragnoll him prepares.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who now shall giue vnto my heauie eyes<br>A well of teares, that all may ouerflow?<br>Or where shall I finde lamentable cryes,<br>And mournfull tunes enough my griefe to show?<br>Helpe O thou Tragick Muse, me to deuise<br>Notes sad enough t'expresse this bitter throw:<br>For loe, the drerie stownd is now arriued,<br>That of all happines hath vs depriued.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The luckles Clarion, whether cruell Fate,<br>Or wicked Fortune faultles him misled,<br>Or some vngracious blast out of the gate<br>Of Aeoles raine perforce him droue on hed,<br>Was (O sad hap and howre vnfortunate)<br>With violent swift flight forth caried<br>Into the cursed cobweb, which his foe<br>Had framed for his finall ouerthroe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There the fond Flie entangled, strugled long,<br>Himselfe to free thereout; but all in vaine.<br>For striuing more, the more in laces strong<br>Himselfe he tide, and wrapt his winges twine<br>In lymie snares the subtill loupes among;<br>That in the ende he breathlesse did remaine,<br>And all his yougthly forces idly spent,<br>Him to the mercie of th' auenger lent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Which when the greisly tyrant did espie,<br>Like a grimme Lyon rushing with fierce might<br>Out of his den, he seized greedilie<br>On the resistles pray, and with fell spight,<br>Vnder the left wing stroke his weapon slie<br>Into his heart, that his deepe groning spright<br>In bloodie streames foorth fled into the aire,<br>His bodie left the spectacle of care.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a></strong></div>

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