Of whose surprise, when as the trumpe of fame
Had blowen the blast, the subiect euer giuen
To blesse the fate of so diuine a dame,
For this so strange escape did morne and euen,
With praises magnifie the King of heau’n,
Imploring still his gratious hands for helpes,
Against the danger of that dragon’s whelpes.
137.
That day was held diuine, and all the night
Consum’d in pæans to th’Olympian king,