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 Did haste their ende, which of it selfe was coming on apace. The bodies which the plague had slaine were (O most wretched case) Not caried forth to buriall now. For why such store there was That scarce the gates were wyde inough for Coffins forth to passe. So eyther lothly on the ground unburied did they lie, Or else without solemnitie were burnt in bonfires hie. No reverence nor regard was had. Men fell togither by The eares for firing. In the fire that was prepared for one Another straungers corse was burnt. And lastly few or none Were left to mourne. The sillie soules of Mothers with their small And tender babes, and age with youth as Fortune did befall Went wandring gastly up and downe unmourned for at all. In fine so farre outrageously this helpelesse Murren raves, There was not wood inough for fire, nor ground inough for graves. Astonied at the stourenesse of so stout a storme of ills I said: O father Jupiter whose mightie power fulfills Both Heaven and Earth, if flying fame report thee not amisse In vouching that thou didst embrace in way of Love ere this The River Asops daughter, faire Aegina even by name, And that to take me for thy sonne thou count it not a shame: Restore thou me my folke againe, or kill thou me likewise. He gave a signe by sodaine flash of lightning from the Skies, And double peale of Thundercracks. I take this same (quoth I) And as I take it for a true and certaine signe whereby Thou doest confirme me for thy sonne: so also let it be A hansell of some happie lucke thou mindest unto me. Hard by us as it hapt that time, there was an Oken tree With spreaded armes as bare of boughes as lightly one shall see. This tree (as all the rest of Okes) was sacred unto Jove And sprouted of an Acorne which was fet from Dodon grove. Here markt we how the pretie Ants, the gatherers up of graine, One following other all along in order of a traine, Great burthens in their little mouthes did painfully sustaine: And nimbly up the rugged barke their beaten path maintaine. As wondring at the swarme I stoode, I said: O father deere As many people give thou me, as Ants are creeping heere. And fill mine empty walles againe. Anon the Oke did quake,