_From thence a virgine preest is come, from out Massyla land, Sometimes the temple there she kept, and from hir heavenlie hand The dragon meate did take: she kept also the frute divine, With herbes and liquors sweete that still to sleepe did men incline. The minds of men (she saith) from love with charmes she can unbind, In whom she list: but others can she cast to cares unkind. The running streames doo stand, and from their course the starres doo wreath, And soules she conjure can: thou shalt see sister underneath The ground with roring gape, and trees and mountaines turne upright, &c._ ♦_Tho. Phaiers translation of the former words of Virg._♦ _Moreover out of Ovid they alledge as followeth._ ♦_Ovid. metamor. 7._♦ _Cùm volui ripis ipsis mirantibus amnes Infontes[*] rediere suos, concússaq́; sisto,_ ♦[*] [_In fontes_]♦ _Stantia concutio, cantu freta nubila pello, Nubiláq; ìnduco, ventos abigóq; vocóq;, Vipereas rumpo verbis & carmine fauces, Viváque saxa, sua convulsáque robora terra, Et sylvas moveo, jubeóque tremescere montes, Et mugire solum, manésque exire sepulchris, Téque luna traho, &c:_ _The rivers I can make retire, Into the fountaines whence they flo, (Whereat the banks themselves admire) I can make standing waters go, With charmes I drive both sea and clowd, I make it calme and blowe alowd. The vipers jawes, the rockie stone, With words and charmes I breake in twaine The force of earth congeald in one, I moove and shake both woods and plaine; I make the soules of men arise, I pull the moone out of the skies._ _Also out of the same poet._ _Virbáque ter dixit placidos facientia somnos, Quæ mare turbatum, quæ flumina concita sistant:_ ♦_Ovid. de Medea._♦ _And thrise she spake the words that causd Sweete sleepe and quiet rest, She staid the raging of the sea, And mightie flouds supprest._ _Et miserum tenues in jecur urget acus,_ ♦_Ovid. de Medea, epistola. 4._♦ _She sticketh also needels fine In livers, whereby men doo pine._ _Also out of other poets._ ♦_3. Amor. Eclog. 6._♦ _Carmine læsa Ceres, sterilem vanescit in herbam, Deficiunt læsi carmine fontis aquæ, Illicibus glandes, cantatáque vitibus uva Decidit, & nullo poma movente fluunt:_ _With charmes the corne is spoiled so, As that it vades to barren gras, With charmes the springs are dried lowe, That none can see where water was,_ _The grapes from vines, the mast from okes, And beats downe frute with charming strokes._ _Quæ sidera excantata voce Thessala Lunámque cœlo diripit:_ ♦_Horac.[*] epod. 5_♦ ♦[*] [_Horat_]♦