Had warned once, that Phœbus fiery carre[°]
In hast was climbing up the Easterne hill,
Full envious that night so long his roome did fill.
II
When those accursed messengers of hell,
That feigning dreame, and that faire-forged Spright[°]
Came to their wicked maister, and gan tell
Their bootelesse paines, and ill succeeding night:
Who all in rage to see his skilfull might