And horribly misshapes with vgly sightes,
Captiu’d eternally in yron mewes,
And darksom dens, where Titan his face neuer shewes.
There Atin found Cymochles soiourning, xxviii
To serue his Lemans loue: for he,[605] by kind,
Was giuen all to lust and loose liuing,
When euer his fiers hands he free mote find:
And now he has pourd out his idle mind
In daintie delices, and lauish ioyes,
Hauing his warlike weapons cast behind,