Who into Padus fell,
Rash guide of chariot cleare
Surueiour of the yeare.
Nor she whom heau’nly powers
To weping rocke did turne,
Whose teares distill in showers,
And shew she yet doth mourne.
Where with his toppe to Skies
Mount Sipylus doth rise.
Nor weping drops which flowe