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 My overmuch commended face was unto me a spight. This gift of bodie in the which another would delight, I, rudesbye, was ashamed of: me thought it was a crime To be belikte. I beare it well in minde that on a time In comming wearie from the chase of Stymphalus, the heate Was fervent, and my traveling had made it twice as great. I founde a water neyther deepe nor shallow which did glide Without all noyse, so calme that scarce the moving might be spide. And throughly to the very ground it was so crispe and cleare, That every little stone therein did plaine aloft appeare. The horie Sallowes and the Poplars growing on the brim Unset, upon the shoring bankes did cast a shadow trim. I entred in, and first of all I deeped but my feete: And after to my knees. And not content to wade so fleete, I put off all my clothes, and hung them on a Sallow by And threw my selfe amid the streame, which as I dallyingly Did beate and draw, and with my selfe a thousand maistries trie, In casting of mine armes abrode and swimming wantonly: I felt a bubling in the streame I wist not how nor what, And on the Rivers nearest brim I stept for feare. With that, O Arethusa, whither runst? and whither runst thou, cride Floud Alphey from his waves againe with hollow voyce. I hide Away unclothed as I was. For on the further side My clothes hung still. So much more hote and eger then was he, And for I naked was, I seemde the readier for to be. My running and his fierce pursuite was like as when ye se The sillie Doves with quivering wings before the Gossehauke stie, The Gossehauke sweeping after them as fast as he can flie. To Orchomen, and Psophy land, and Cyllen I did holde Out well, and thence to Menalus and Erymanth the colde, And so to Ely. All this way no ground of me he wonne. But being not so strong as he, this restlesse race to runne I could not long endure, and he could hold it out at length. Yet over plaines and wooddie hilles (as long as lasted strength) And stones, and rockes, and desert groundes I still maintaind my race. The Sunne was full upon my backe. I saw before my face A lazie shadow: were it not that feare did make me see't.