peare, The god of warre with his fiers equipage Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly Thou doest awake, sleepe never he so cheare: That with his largenesse measured much land, 66 Whose wreathed boughtes1 when ever he unfoldes, And made wide shadow under his huge And thick entangled knots adown does To move the world from off his stedfast henge,2 Upon his crest the hardned yron fell; But his more hardned crest was armd so well, That deeper dint therein it would not make; Yet so extremely did the buffe him quell, That from thenceforth he shund the like to take, 215 And boystrous battaile make, each other But, when he saw them come, he did them still forsake. Then, full of griefe and anguish vehement, He lowdly brayd, that like was never heard; And from his wide devouring oven sent • involves. $ soiled. 6 struck. 7 anger. 8 rise. |