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 But Phaeton (fire yet blasing stil among his yellow haire) Shot headlong downe, and glid along the Region of the Ayre Like to a starre in Winter nights (the wether cleare and fayre) Which though it doe not fall in deede, yet falleth to our sight, Whome almost in another world and from his countrie quite The River Padus did receyve, and quencht his burning head. The water Nymphes of Italie did take his carkasse dead And buried it yet smoking still, with Joves threeforked flame, And wrate this Epitaph in the stone that lay upon the same: Here lies the lusty Phaeton which tooke in hand to guide His fathers Chariot, from the which although he chaunst to slide: Yet that he gave a proud attempt it cannot be denide. Wyth ruthfull cheere and heavie heart his father made great mone And would not shew himselfe abrode, but mournd at home alone. And if it be to be beleved, as bruited is by fame A day did passe without the Sunne. The brightnesse of the flame Gave light: and so unto some kinde of use that mischiefe came. But Clymen having spoke, as much as mothers usually Are wonted in such wretched case, discomfortablely, And halfe beside hir selfe for wo, with torne and scratched brest, Sercht through the universall world, from East to furthest West, First seeking for hir sonnes dead coarse, and after for his bones. She found them by a forren streame, entumbled under stones. There fell she groveling on his grave, and reading there his name, Shed teares thereon, and layd hir breast all bare upon the same. The daughters also of the Sunne no lesse than did their mother, Bewaild in vaine with flouds of teares, the fortune of their brother: And beating piteously their breasts, incessantly did call The buried Phaeton day and night, who heard them not at all, About whose tumbe they prostrate lay. Foure times the Moone had filde The Circle of hir joyned hornes, and yet the sisters hilde Their custome of lamenting still: (for now continuall use Had made it custome.) Of the which the eldest, Phaetuse, About to kneele upon the ground, complaynde hir feete were nom. To whome as fayre Lampetie was rising for to com, Hir feete were held with sodaine rootes. The third about to teare Hir ruffled lockes, filde both hir handes with leaves in steade of heare.