The thirſt of raigne and ſweetnes of a crowne, That cauſd the eldeſt ſonne of heauenly Ops, To thruſt his doting father from his chaire, And place himſelfe in the Emperiall heauen, Moou’d me to menage armes againſt thy ſtate. What better preſident than mightie Ioue?

But the strangler's disquiet proved unbased. The snarl opened its jaws and Shelyid popped out, none the worse for wear.

hooven cattle

The green turf was velvet underfoot. The blackbirds fluted in the hazels there.