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 His Chariot also under him began to waxe red hot. He could no lenger dure the sparkes and cinder flyeng out, Againe the culme and smouldring smoke did wrap him round about, The pitchie darkenesse of the which so wholy had him hent As that he wist not where he was nor yet which way he went. The winged horses forcibly did draw him where they wolde. The Aethiopians at that time (as men for truth upholde) (The bloud by force of that same heate drawne to the outer part And there adust from that time forth) became so blacke and swart. The moysture was so dried up in Lybie land that time That altogither drie and scorcht continueth yet that Clyme. The Nymphes with haire about their eares bewayld their springs and lakes. Beotia for hir Dyrces losse great lamentation makes. For Amimone Argos wept, and Corinth for the spring Pyrene, at whose sacred streame the Muses usde to sing. The Rivers further from the place were not in better case, For Tanais in his deepest streame did boyle and steme apace, Old Penew and Caycus of the countrie Teuthranie, And swift Ismenos in their bankes by like misfortune frie. Then burnde the Psophian Erymanth: and (which should burne ageine) The Trojan Xanthus and Lycormas with his yellow veine, Meander playing in his bankes aye winding to and fro, Migdonian Melas with his waves as blacke as any slo. Eurotas running by the foote of Tenare boyled tho. Then sod Euphrates cutting through the middes of Babilon. Then sod Orontes, and the Scithian swift Thermodoon. Then Ganges, Colchian Phasis, and the noble Istre Alpheus and Sperchius bankes with flaming fire did glistre. The golde that Tagus streame did beare did in the chanell melt. Amid Cayster of this fire the raging heat was felt Among the quieres of singing Swannes that with their pleasant lay Along the bankes of Lidian brakes from place to place did stray. And Nyle for feare did run away into the furthest Clyme Of all the world, and hid his heade, which to this present tyme Is yet unfound: his mouthes all seven cleane voyde of water beene, Like seven great valleys where (save dust) could nothing else be seene. By like misfortune Thrace.