[Footnote 197:  Like.]

[Footnote 198:  two.]

[Footnote 199:  flaming.]

[Footnote 200:  meteors.]

[Footnote 201:  beats, stamps.]

[Footnote 202:  closely.]

[Footnote 203:  mantled, covered.]

[Footnote 204:  guides.]

[Footnote 205:  armed.]

[Footnote 206:  arose.]

[Footnote 207:  helmet.]

ENGLYSH METAMORPHOSIS: 

Bie T. ROWLEIE.

  BOOKE 1st[1].

    Whanne Scythyannes, salvage as the wolves theie chacde,
    Peyncted in horrowe[2] formes bie nature dyghte,
    Heckled[3] yn beastskyns, slepte uponne the waste,
    And wyth the morneynge rouzed the wolfe to fyghte,
    Swefte as descendeynge lemes[4] of roddie lyghte 5
    Plonged to the hulstred[5] bedde of laveynge seas,
    Gerd[6] the blacke mountayn okes yn drybblets[7] twighte[8],
    And ranne yn thoughte alonge the azure mees,
    Whose eyne dyd feerie sheene, like blue-hayred defs[9],
  That dreerie hange upon Dover’s emblaunched[10] clefs. 10

    Soft boundeynge over swelleynge azure reles[11]
    The salvage natyves sawe a shyppe appere;
    An uncouthe[12] denwere[13] to theire bosomme steles;
    Theyre myghte ys knopped[14] ynne the froste of fere. 
    The headed javlyn lisseth[15] here and there; 15
    Theie stonde, theie ronne, theie loke wyth eger eyne;
    The shyppes sayle, boleynge[16] wythe the kyndelie ayre,
    Ronneth to harbour from the beateynge bryne;
    Theie dryve awaie aghaste, whanne to the stronde
  A burled[17] Trojan lepes, wythe Morglaien sweerde yn honde. 20

    Hymme followede eftsoones hys compheeres[18], whose swerdes
    Glestred lyke gledeynge[19] starres ynne frostie nete,
    Hayleynge theyre capytayne in chirckynge[20] wordes
    Kynge of the lande, whereon theie set theyre fete. 
    The greete kynge Brutus thanne theie dyd hym greete, 25
    Prepared for battle, mareschalled the syghte;
    Theie urg’d the warre, the natyves fledde, as flete
    As fleaynge cloudes that swymme before the syghte;
    Tyll tyred with battles, for to ceese the fraie,
  Theie uncted[21] Brutus kynge, and gave the Trojanns swaie. 30

    Twayne of twelve years han lemed[22] up the myndes,
    Leggende[23] the salvage unthewes[24] of theire breste,
    Improved in mysterk[25] warre, and lymmed[26] theyre kyndes,
    Whenne Brute from Brutons sonke to aeterne reste. 
    Eftsoons the gentle Locryne was possest 35
    Of swaie, and vested yn the paramente[27];
    Halceld[28] the bykrous[29] Huns, who dyd infeste
    Hys wakeynge kyngdom wyth a foule intente;
    As hys broade swerde oer Homberres heade was honge,
  He tourned toe ryver wyde, and roarynge rolled alonge. 40