From Golding trans Ovid Metamorphoses
Book VII l. 192-219
Ye Ayres and windes: ye Elves of Hilles, of Brookes, of Woods alone,
Of standing Lakes, and of the Night approche ye everychone.
Through helpe of whom (the crooked bankes much wondring at the
I have compelled streames to run cleane backward to their spring.
By charmes I make the calme
Seas rough, and make the rough Seas plaine,
And cover all the Skie with Cloudes
and chase them thence againe.
By charmes I raise and lay the windes,
and burst the Vipers jaw.
And from the bowels of the Earth both stones and trees doe draw.
Whole woods and Forestes I remove: I make the Mountaines shake,
And even the Earth it selfe to grone
and fearfully to quake.
I call up dead men from their graves: and thee lightsome Moone
I darken oft, though beaten brasse abate thy perill soone.
Our Sorcerie dimmes the
Morning faire, and darkes
the Sun at Noone.
The flaming breath of firie Bulles
ye quenched for my sake
And caused their unwieldie neckes
the bended yoke to take.
Among the Earthbred brothers you a mortall war did set
And brought asleepe the Dragon fell whose eyes were