Ne could it vpward come, nor downward passe,
Ne could he brooke the coldnesse of the stony masse.
Whom when as he thus combred did behold, xxii
Stryuing in vaine that nigh his bowels brast,
He with him closd, and laying mightie hold
Vpon his throte, did gripe his gorge so fast,
That wanting breath, him downe to ground he cast;
And then oppressing him with vrgent paine,
Ere long enforst to breath his vtmost blast,
Gnashing his cruell teeth at him in vaine,