Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 09
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 09
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So was it showed in that portraiture,
As is depainted in the stars above,
Who shall be slain or elles dead for love.
Sufficeth one ensample in stories old,
I may not reckon them alle though I wold.
The statue of Mars upon a carte stood
Armed, and looked grim as he were wood,[179]
And over his head there shinen two figures
Of starres, that be cleped in scriptures,[180]
That one Puella, that other Rubeus.[181]
This god of armes was arrayed thus:
A wolf there stood before him at his feet
With eyen red, and of a man he eat:
With subtle pencil depainted was this story,
In redoubting[182] of Mars and of his glory.
Now to the temple of Dian the chaste
As shortly as I can I will me haste,
To tellen you all the description:
Depainted be the walles up and down
Of hunting and of shamefast chastity.
There saw I how woful Calistope,[183]
When that Dian aggrieved was with her,
Was turned from a woman to a bear,
And after was she made the lodestar[184]:
Thus was it painted, I can say no farre[185];
Her son is eke a star as men may see.
There saw I Dane yturned till[186] a tree,
I meane not the goddesse Diane,
But Peneus' daughter, which that highte Dane.
There saw I Acteon an hart ymaked,[187]
For vengeance that he saw Dian all naked:
I saw how that his houndes have him caught,
And freten[188] him for that they knew him naught.
Yet painted was a little furthermore,
How Atalanta hunted the wild boar,
And Meleager, and many another mo,
For which Diana wrought him care and woe.
There saw I many another wonder story,
The which me list not drawen to memory.
This goddess on an hart full highe seet,[189]
With smalle houndes all about her feet,
And underneath her feet she had a moon,
Waxing it was, and shoulde wanen soon.
In gaudy-green[190] her statue clothed was,
With bow in hand and arrows in a case.
Her eyen caste she full low adown
There Pluto hath his darke region.
A woman travailing was her beforn,
But for her child so longe was unborn
Full piteously Lucina[191] gan she call,
And saide, "Help, for thou mayst best of all."
Well could he painten lifely[192] that it[193] wrought,
With many a florin he the hues bought.
[135] Lamentation.
[136] Lies.
[137] Expense.
[138] Anxiety.
[139] The flower turnsol.
[140] Wretched.
[141] Slavery.
[142] Partnership in power.
[143] Guide.
[144] Snare.
[145] Floating.
[146] Musical instrument.
[147] Fluttering.
[148] Breadth.
[149] Interiors.
[150] Projecting old roots.
[151] Burst.
[152] Slope.
[153] Burnished.
[154] Narrow.
[155] Furious rush of wind.
[156] Shake.
[157] Across and lengthways.
[158] Of the circumference of a tun.
[159] Burning coal.
[160] Coward.
[161] Stables.
[162] Burning.
[163] Contention.
[164] Shrieking.
[165] Forehead.
[166] Prone on back.
[167] Madness.
[168] Outcry.
[169] Corpse.
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