Yet was in knots and many boughtes upwound,
Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bred[°]
A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,
Sucking upon her poisnous dugs, eachone
Of sundry shapes, yet all ill favored:
Soone as that uncouth light upon them shone,
Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone.
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Their dam upstart, out of her den effraide,