Thefe after came the ftony fhallow Lone, That to old Loncaster his name doth lend, And following Dee, which Britons long ygone Did call divine, that doth by Chester tend;

Rowne,

Thence doth by Huntingdon and Cambridge flit, My mother Cambridge, whom as with a crowne He doth adorne, and is adorn'd of it

Sith no less famous than the rest they bee, And ioynd in neighbourhood of kingdome nere, Why should they not likewife in love agree, And ioy likewife this folemne day to fee?

wit.

Though I them all according their degree

To rule his tides, and furges to up-rere, To bring forth formes, or faft them to upbinde,

And failers fave from wreckes of wrathfull winde; And yet befides three thousand more there were Of th Oceans feede, but love's and Phoebus' kinde,

The which in floods and fountaines doe appere, And all mankinde doc nourish with their waters clere.

LIII.

The which more eath it were for mortall wight
To tell the fands, or count the starres on hye,
Or ought more hard, then thinke to reckon right;
But well I wote that these which I defcry
Were prefent at this great folemnity;
And there amongst the rest the mother was
Of luckleffe Marinell, Cymodoce;
Which, for my Muse herselfe now tyred has,
Unto another Canto I will over-pas.

O WHAT an endleffe worke have I in hand,
To count the feas abundant progeny!
Whofe fruitfull feede farre paffeth thofe in land,
And alfo those which wonne in the azure sky;
For much more eath to tell the starres on hy,
Albe they endleffe feeme in eftimation,
Then to recount the feas pofterity;

So fertile be the flouds in generation,

IV.

But for he was halfe mortall, being bred
Of mortall fire, though of immortall wombe,
He might not with immortal food be fed,
Ne with th' cternall gods to bancket come ;
But walkt abrode, and round about did rome
To view the building of that uncouth place,
That feem'd unlike unto his earthly home,
Where as he to and fro by chaunce did trace,

nation.

11.

Therefore the antique wifards well invented
That Venus of the fomy fea was bred,
For that the feas by her are most augmented,
Witneffe th' exceeding fry which there are fed,
And wondrous fholes which may of none be red:
Then blame me not if I have err'd in count
Of gods, of nymphs, of rivers yet unred;

V.

Under the hanging of an hideous clieffe
He heard the lamentable voice of one
That piteously complaind her carefull grieffe,
Which never the before difclofd to none,
But to herfelfe her forrow did bemone :
So feelingly her cafe fhe did complaine,
That truth it moved in the rocky stone,
And made it feeme to feele her grievous paine,

maine:

VI.

"Though vaine I fee my forrowes to unfold, "And count my cares, when none is nigh te "heare,

"Yet hoping griefe may leffen being told, "I will them tell, though unto no man neare; "For heaven, that unto all lends equall eare, "Is farre from hearing of my heavy plight, "And lowest hell, to which I lie most neare, "Cares not what evils hap to wretched wight, "And greedy feas do in the spoile of life de light.

At last, whenas no meanes he could invent, Backe to himselfe he gan returne the blame, That was the author of her punishment, And with vile curfes and reprochfuil shame To damne himselfe by every evil name,

"be.