Thesauros Literature Epic Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses Ovid 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D

Book 2

 
The which the venim of hir heart so fowly did infect, 708
 
That ever after all the stone with freckled spots was spect.
 
When Mercurie had punisht thus Aglauros spightfull tung 833
 
And cancred heart, immediatly from Pallas towne he flung.
 
And flying up with flittering wings did pierce to heaven above.
 
His father calde him straight aside (but shewing not his love)
 
Said: Sonne, my trustie messenger and worker of my will,
 
Make no delay but out of hand flie downe in hast untill
 
The land that on the left side lookes upon thy mothers light,
 
Yon same where standeth on the coast the towne that Sidon hight.
 
The King hath there a heirde of Neate that on the Mountaines feede,
 
Go take and drive them to the sea with all convenient speede.
 
He had no sooner said the word but that the heirde begun
 
Driven from the mountaine to the shore appointed for to run,
 
Whereas the daughter of the King was wonted to resort
 
With other Ladies of the Court there for to play and sport.
 
Betweene the state of Majestie and love is set such oddes,
 
As that they can not dwell in one. The Sire and King of Goddes
 
Whose hand is armd with triplefire, who only with his frowne
 
Makes Sea and Land and Heaven to quake, doth lay his scepter downe
 
With all the grave and stately port belonging thereunto:
 
And putting on the shape of Bull (as other cattell doe)
 
Goes lowing gently up and downe among them in the field
 
The fairest beast to looke upon that ever man beheld.
 
For why? his colour was as white as any winters snow
 
Before that eyther trampling feete or Southerne winde it thow.
 
His necke was brawnd with rolles of flesh, and from his chest before
 
A dangling dewlap hung me downe good halfe a foote and more.
 
His hornes were small, but yet so fine as that ye would have thought
 
They had bene made by cunning hand or out of waxe bene wrought.
 
More cleare they were a hundreth fold than is the Christall stone,
 
In all his forehead fearfull frowne or wrinkle there was none.
 
No fierce, no grim, nor griesly looke as other cattle have,
 
But altogether so demure as friendship seemde to crave.
 
Agenors daughter marveld much so tame a beast to see,
 
But yet to touche him at the first too bolde she durst not bee.
 
Annon she reaches to his mouth hir hand with herbes and flowres.
 
The loving beast was glad thereof and neither frownes nor lowres.
 
But till the hoped joy might come with glad and fauning cheare
 
He lickes hir hands and scarce ah scarce the resdue he forbeare.

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