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 Said: I am he that metes the yeare, that all things doe beholde, By whome the Earth doth all things see, the Eye of all the worlde. Trust me I am in love with thee. The Ladie was so nipt With sodaine feare that from hir hands both rocke and spindle slipt. Hir feare became hir wondrous well. He made no mo delayes, But turned to his proper shape and tooke hys glistring rayes. The damsell being sore abasht at this so straunge a sight, And overcome with sodaine feare to see the God so bright, Did make no outcrie nor no noyse, but helde hir pacience still, And suffred him by forced powre his pleasure to fulfill. Hereat did Clytie sore repine. For she beyond all measure Was then enamoured of the Sunne: and stung with this displeasure That he another Leman had, for verie spight and yre She playes the blab, and doth defame Leucothoe to hir Syre. He cruell and unmercifull would no excuse accept, But holding up hir handes to heaven when tenderly she wept, And said it was the Sunne that did the deede against hir will: Yet like a savage beast full bent his daughter for to spill, He put hir deepe in delved ground, and on hir bodie laide A huge great heape of heavie sand. The Sunne full yll appaide Did with his beames disperse the sand and made an open way To bring thy buried face to light, but such a weight there lay Upon thee, that thou couldst not raise thine hand aloft againe, And so a corse both voide of bloud and life thou didst remaine. There never chaunst since Phaetons fire a thing that grievde so sore The ruler of the winged steedes as this did. And therfore He did attempt if by the force and vertue of his ray He might againe to lively heate hir frozen limmes convay. But forasmuch as destenie so great attempts denies, He sprincles both the corse it selfe and place wherein it lyes With fragrant Nectar. And therewith bewayling much his chaunce Sayd: Yet above the starrie skie thou shalt thy selfe advaunce. Anon the body in this heavenly liquor steeped well Did melt, and moisted all the earth with sweete and pleasant smell. And by and by first taking roote among the cloddes within By little and by little did with growing top begin A pretie spirke of Frankinsence above the Tumbe to win.