Into old Gall, that now is cleeped France,
To fight with Hercules, that did aduance
To vanquish all the world with matchlesse might,
And there his mortall part by great mischance
Was slaine: but that which is th’immortall spright
Liues still: and to this feast with Neptunes seed was dight.
But what doe I their names seeke to reherse, xvii
Which all the world haue with their issue fild?
How can they all in this so narrow verse
Contayned be, and in small compasse hild?