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 Of hungar, craving meate at meale. The food that would susteine Whole householdes, Towneships, Shyres and Realmes suffyce not him alone. The more his pampred paunch consumes, the more it maketh mone And as the sea receyves the brookes of all the worldly Realmes, And yit is never satisfyde for all the forreine streames, And as the fell and ravening fyre refuseth never wood, But burneth faggots numberlesse, and with a furious mood The more it hath, the more it still desyreth evermore, Encreacing in devouring through encreasement of the store: So wicked Erisicthons mouth in swallowing of his meate Was ever hungry more and more, and longed ay to eate. Meate tolld in meate: and as he ate the place was empty still. The hungar of his brinklesse Maw, the gulf that nowght might fill, Had brought his fathers goods to nowght. But yit continewed ay His cursed hungar unappeasd: and nothing could alay I The flaming of his starved throte. At length when all was spent, And into his unfilled Maw bothe goods and lands were sent, An only daughter did remayne unworthy to have had So lewd a father. Hir he sold, so hard he was bestad. But shee of gentle courage could no bondage well abyde. And therfore stretching out her hands to seaward there besyde, Now save mee, quoth shee, from the yoke of bondage I thee pray, O thou that my virginitie enjoyest as a pray. Neptunus had it. Who to this her prayer did consent. And though her maister looking backe (for after him shee went) Had newly seene her: yit he turnd hir shape and made hir man, And gave her looke of fisherman. Her mayster looking than Upon her, sayd: Good fellow, thou that on the shore doost stand With angling rod and bayted hooke and hanging lyne in hand, I pray thee as thou doost desyre the Sea ay calme to thee, And fishes for to byght thy bayt, and striken still to bee, Tell where the frizzletopped wench in course and sluttish geere That stoode right now uppon this shore (for well I wote that heere I saw her standing) is become. For further than this place No footestep is appeering. Shee perceyving by the cace That Neptunes gift made well with her, and beeing glad to see Herself enquyrd for of herself, sayd thus: Who ere you bee