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 For yeelding corne and other foode wherewith to keepe mankinde? And that to honor you withall sweete frankinsence I finde? But put the case that my desert destruction duely crave, What hath thy brother? what the Seas deserved for to have? Why doe the Seas, his lotted part, thus ebbe and fall so low, Withdrawing from thy Skie to which it ought most neare to grow? But if thou neyther doste regarde thy brother, neyther mee, At least have mercy on thy heaven, looke round about and see How both the Poles begin to smoke which if the fire appall To utter ruine (be thou sure) thy pallace needes must fall. Behold how Atlas ginnes to faint. His shoulders though full strong, Unneth are able to uphold the sparkling Extree long. If Sea and Land doe go to wrecke, and heaven it selfe doe burne To olde confused Chaos then of force we must returne. Put to thy helping hand therfore to save the little left If ought remaine before that all be quite and cleane bereft. When ended was this piteous plaint, the Earth did hold hir peace. She could no lenger dure the heate but was compelde to cease. Into hir bosome by and by she shrunke hir cinged heade More nearer to the Stygian caves, and ghostes of persones deade. The Sire of Heaven protesting all the Gods and him also That lent the Chariot to his child, that all of force must go To havocke if he helped not, went to the highest part And top of all the Heaven from whence his custome was to dart His thunder and his lightning downe. But neyther did remaine A Cloude wherewith to shade the Earth, nor yet a showre of raine. Then with a dreadfull thunderclap up to his eare he bent His fist, and at the Wagoner a flash of lightning sent, Which strake his bodie from the life and threw it over wheele And so with fire he quenched fire. The Steedes did also reele Upon their knees, and starting up sprang violently, one here, And there another, that they brast in pieces all their gere. They threw the Collars from their neckes, and breaking quite asunder The Trace and Harnesse flang away: here lay the bridles: yonder The Extree plucked from the Naves: and in another place The shevered spokes of broken wheeles: and so at every pace The pieces of the Chariot torne lay strowed here and there.