Next, to the fenny Notus course she holds,40
And found him leaning, with his arms in folds,
Upon a rock, his white hair full of showers;
And him she chargeth by the fatal powers,
To hold in his wet cheeks his cloudy voice.
To Zephyr then that doth in flowers rejoice:
To snake-foot Boreas next she did remove,
And found him tossing of his ravished love,[116]
To heat his frosty bosom hid in snow;
Who with Leucote's sight did cease to blow.