She craved a blessing on her globe-like joints;
780Then coachèd thither where her sire appoints.
As the sweet-voicèd Philomele does sit
I' th' pikèd eglantine, with sorrow dressed,
'Cause some rude sylvan in a raging fit
Snatched her faint chickens from their downy nest.
So did the lady Arda, dight with mourning,
Deplore Bellama's loss with her returning.
As when sly Reynald in his widenèd jaws
Is seizing on the nimbly-frisking lamb,