More happie mother would her surely weene,
Then famous Niobe, before she tasted
Latonaes childrens wrath, that all her issue wasted.
But this fell Tyrant, through his tortious powre, viii
Had left her now but fiue of all that brood:
For twelue of them he did by times deuoure,
And to his Idols[349] sacrifice their blood,
Whylest he of none was stopped, nor withstood.
For soothly he was one of matchlesse might,
Of horrible aspect, and dreadfull mood,