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 And overmatching still eche quill with one of longer sort, That on the shoring of a hill a man would thinke them grow. Even so the countrie Organpipes of Oten reedes ir row Ech higher than another rise. Then fastned he with Flax The middle quilles, and joyned in the lowest sort with Wax. And when he thus had finisht them, a little he them bent In compasse, that the verie Birdes they full might represent. There stoode me by him Icarus, his sonne, a pretie Lad. Who knowing not that he in handes his owne destruction had, With smiling mouth did one while blow the fethers to and fro Which in the Aire on wings of Birds did flask not long ago: And with his thumbes another while he chafes the yelow Wax And lets his fathers wondrous worke with childish toyes and knacks. As soon as that the worke was done, the workman by and by Did peyse his bodie on his wings, and in the Aire on hie Hung wavering: and did teach his sonne how he should also flie. I warne thee (quoth he), Icarus, a middle race to keepe. For if thou hold too low a gate, the dankenesse of the deepe Will overlade thy wings with wet. And if thou mount too hie, The Sunne will sindge them. Therfore see betweene them both thou flie. I bid thee not behold the Starre Bootes in the Skie. Nor looke upon the bigger Beare to make thy course thereby, Nor yet on Orions naked sword. But ever have an eie To keepe the race that I doe keepe, and I will guide thee right. In giving counsell to his sonne to order well his flight, He fastned to his shoulders twaine a paire of uncoth wings. And as he was in doing it and warning him of things, His aged cheekes were wet, his hands did quake, in fine he gave His sonne a kisse the last that he alive should ever have. And then he mounting up aloft before him tooke his way Right fearfull for his followers sake: as is the Bird the day That first she tolleth from hir nest among the braunches hie Hir tender yong ones in the Aire to teach them for to flie. So heartens he his little sonne to follow teaching him A hurtfull Art. His owne two wings he waveth verie trim, And looketh backward still upon his sonnes. The fishermen Then standing angling by the Sea, and shepeherdes leaning then