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head_n	root_n	small_a	stalk_n	3,386	5	11.6822	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15365	E.W. his Thameseidos Deuided into three bookes, or cantos.; Thameseidos	Wilkinson, Edw. (Edward), fl. 1600-1603.	1600 (1600)	STC 25642; ESTC S111739	25,393	49

afoard an hearbe so foule Or potion made of poysoned Minerall That can the minde vnwilling make loues thrall Which made Ioues Brother discontent thence part Dispayring ere to ease his greiuous smart Since then his hopes did faile but as he went He heard a woman wofully lament With pitteous plaintes her greeuous martyrdome And going that way whence the plaintes did come Distressed Medwaie he did hap to spie Bewayling of her Babies myserie Whose sight did comfort him that hoped by her He might worke meanes to slake his tortring fier Which to effect and bring about the sooner Knowing her fortunes thus he straight gan wooe her The much griefe quoth he I haue boren long Makes me the more to rue thy too much wrong Sad Nimph all vndeserude I wot by thee Wherefore if thou 'lt deuise and but tell me How I may quench these fiers in my brest By fraude or force I passe not I protest Of all those many Sea-gods waite on mee The choise and comliest I le besto we on thee To be thy Husband in thy Mistris place This said straight Medwaie gan to waigh her case And sadly counts the wronges she had endured The great disgraces nere to be recured All by her Mistris all without desart As she did iudge yet iudg'd she not her part Traytrously sell her to her greatest foe Though by her sh 'ad bin wronged farre much more But but a small while that thought did possesse her So much did Neptunes promis'd husband presse her 'T should seeme sh 'ad not forgot the sport was made Late in the Caue how ere at last she sayde If to that place great God where sometime you With all the Sea-gods of your retinue Were by Ocean richly entertained When he proud Thetis to his first wife gained Do goe to morrow ere the fierie Sunne The harnesse from his horses hath vndunne There you that cruell Lady straight shall finde That to vs both hath prooued too vnkinde Where hauing caught her you may force her stench Your bleeding woundes and burning fiers quench But be you sure to catch her by some sleight Else will she scape you for she 's woondrous wight And serue you as Coronis hath to fore When she out ran you on Phocaion shore But poore soule shee no sooner tolde this tale When Neptune being afeard the time would faile If he would longer stay in hast did hie To seeke his loue which when Medwaie did see Repenting but too late that euer he Had her deceaued by his flatterie Euen as a wilde Bull darted by some one Begins to roare and vp and downe to runne Amid the presse all fearelesse of his harme So Medwaie vext cause he did not performe His oath and for her fault in conscience stunge Voyde of all patience furilike flunge And oft for spight her body threw to ground And all for spight her body to confound Till at the last she with her selfe did take A truce and summoned sad wordes to make Her sorrowes knowne with which the quiet skie She vext and sighing thus at last gan crie O foolish that I was foolish and madd To thinke that false forsworen Neptune had Fayth in his wordes or to imagine hee Changing his nature would be true to mee You hollow Caues grim Plutoes auncient place You hellish furies blacke nightes ougly race Thou triple headed Cerberus and you Infernall Floodes O plundge mee deepe into The bottome of that hot abisme where lie Tormented Ghostes in wretched miserie O thou the guyder of the golden light O thou faire Queene that cleerely shinst by night And you bright Starres that wander in the Skies If you haue power ouer our Destenies And that you be both of our good and ill The onely authours then togither will So many mischiefes on my head to light As can or may vpon a wretched wight And thus as she lamented in despaire Her tatterd Garments shee in peeces taire And her two snow-white handes plaighted together Enrag'd she wrong and thumped without measure Her tender Armes against the senselesse ground And her small Babe strange tale being vnbound And layde along vpon the soft greene gras No sooner toucht the earth but straight wayes was Ore-growne with earth and from her tooes out went Small writhing rootes in vnquoth wonderment And her small body being lessoned Into a small long stalke was fashioned To Flagges her fingers changd and last of all Her Head turnd to that plant we Cats-talle call Which wondrous change when Medwaie saw she mournd Cause to so vile a plant the Gods had turnd Her guiltlesse Babie till at last euen she Did like to snow that on the Alps doth lie All Winter time which when as westerne windes Together with the warmth of Sunne vnbindes The clodded lumpes to water straight doth change Making small Brookes as downe hill it doth range For she consuming vnto watrie teares Was to a Riuet turnde the which now beares Th' vnfortunate Nimphes name fall'n by the fault Which in the Gaue was by the Satire wrought Finis Lib. Secund. THAMESEIDOS Liber Tertius IN all the world so great an enemie Either to man or mans felicitie There neuer was if we do iudge aright And be not led away with blinded sight Then is our owne ore-bold seueritie 〈◊〉 For still thereby fit oportunitie Our foes haue for to ceaze on vs before We thinke that they are neare aboard the shore Witnesse faire Thames who doubting nought at all Was nigh surprisd and made God Neptuns thrall Who next day when Hiperions sonne began To driue his Chariot to the Ocean Ariued in the Meddow where as she Was sporting in her Maydens companie Whom happilie faire Thamisis espied And spying her faire louely cheekes straight died With a Vermilion blush abashed as Naked Diana mongst her Maydens was Then when she in the cleere Gargaphian Spring By th'haples Nephew of the Thebane King Vnwares was found and from the place straight fled Leauing her Maydes behind all in the Mead A way she ran as raging stormes doth flie Tumbling vp cloudes within the fable skie Nere looking backe nor making any staie So feared she the soueraigne of the Sea Not halfe so fast distressed Florimel Fled from the sight of that Hiena fell Which the dispightfull Witch after her sent To bring her backe and her in peeces rent Nor halfe so fast from Phaebus Daphne fled As ISIS now to saue her maydenhead Whereat the Lord of the vnconstant Sea Did chafe yet loth that she should get away He gan with sugred speaches for to woe her But all was spent in vaine that he sayd to her Thou that my soule holdes captiue in thine eyes Quoth he and still new tormentes dost deuise To plague me stay and those hot fiers fee That burning in my breast haue vexed mee Ere since the shaftes which from thy sparkling starres Did come and wounded me all vnawares And in thy golden haire my hart was tane Which now dispaires t' haue freedome ere againe But