Dreadfull of daunger, that mote him betyde,
She oft and oft aduiz’d him to refraine
From chase of greater beasts, whose brutish pryde
Mote breede him scath[868] vnwares: but all in vaine;
For who can shun the chaunce, that dest’ny doth ordaine?
Lo, where beyond he lyeth languishing, xxxviii
Deadly engored of a great wild Bore,
And by his side the Goddesse groueling
Makes for him endlesse mone, and euermore
With her soft garment wipes away the gore,