Yet both are of thy haplesse hand extinct,
Yet both in flowres do liue, and loue thee beare[1145],
The one a Paunce, the other a sweet breare[1146]:
For griefe whereof, ye mote haue liuely seene
The God himselfe rending his golden heare,
And breaking quite his gyrlond[1147] euer greene,
With other signes of sorrow and impatient teene.
Both for those two, and for his owne deare sonne, xxxviii
The sonne of Climene he did repent,
Who bold to guide the charet of the Sunne,