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Ouids Metamorphosis: Sixth Book - Poem by Arthur Golding
Tritonia vnto all these wordes attentiue hearing bendes,
And both the Muses learned song and rightfull wrath comendes.
And therevpon within hir selfe this fancie did arise.
It is no matter for to prayse: but let our selfe deuise
Some thing to be commended for: and let vs not permit
Our Maiestie to be despisde without reuenging it.
And therewithall she purposed to put the Lydian Maide
Arachne to hir neckeverse who (as had to hir bene saide)
Presumed to prefer hir selfe before hir noble grace
In making cloth. This Damsell was not famous for the place
In which she dwelt, nor for hir stocke, but for hir Arte. Hir Sier
Was Idmon one of Colophon a pelting Purple Dier.
Hir mother was deceast: but she was of the baser sort,
And egall to hir Make in birth, in liuing, and in port.
But though this Maide were meanly borne, and dwelt but in a shed
At little Hypep: yet hir trade hir fame abrode did spred
Euen all the Lydian Cities through. To see hir wondrous worke
The Nymphes that vnderneath the Uines of shadie Tmolus lurke
Their Uineyards oftentimes forsooke. So did the Nymphes also
About Pactolus oftentimes their golden streames forgo.
And euermore it did them good not only for to see
Hir clothes already made, but while they eke a making bee
Such grace was in hir workmanship. For were it so that shee
The newshorne fleeces from the sheepe in bundels deftly makes,
Or afterward doth kemb the same, and drawes it out in flakes
Along like cloudes, or on the Rocke doth spinne the handwarpe woofe,
Or else embroydreth, certenly ye might perceiue by proofe
She was of Pallas bringing vp. which thing she nathelesse
Denyeth, and disdaining such a Mistresse to confesse,
Let hir contend with me she saide: and if she me amend
I will refuse no punishment the which she shall extend.
Minerua tooke an olde wiues shape and made hir haire seeme gray,
And with a staffe hir febled limmes pretended for to stay.
Which done, she thus began to speake. Not all that age doth bring
We ought to shonne. Experience doth of long continuance spring.
Despise not mine admonishment. Seeke fame and chiefe report
For making cloth, and Arras worke, among the mortall sort.
But humbly giue the Goddesse place: and pardon of hir craue
For these thine vnaduised wordes. I warrant thou shalt haue
Forgiuenesse, if thou aske it hir. Arachne bent hir brewes
And lowring on hir, left hir worke: and hardly she eschewes
From flying in the Ladies face. Hir countnance did bewray
Hir moodie minde: which bursting forth in words she thus did say.
Thou commest like a doting foole: thy wit is spent with yeares:
Thy life hath lasted ouer long as by thy talke appeares.
And if thou any daughter haue, or any daughtrinlawe,
I would she heard these wordes of mine: I am not such a Daw,
But that without thy teaching I can well ynough aduise
My selfe. And least thou shouldest thinke thy words in any wise
Auaile, the selfe same minde I keepe with which I first begonne.
Why commes she not hirselfe I say? this matche why doth she shonne?
Then said the Goddesse: here she is. And therewithall she cast
Hir oldewiues riueled shape away, and shewde hir selfe at last
Minerua like. The Nymphes did streight adore hir Maiestie.
So did the yong newmaried wiues that were of Migdonie.
The Maiden only vnabasht woulde nought at all relent.
But yet she blusht and sodenly a ruddynesse besprent
Hir cheekes which wanzd away againe, euen like as doth the Skie
Looke sanguine at the breake of day, and turneth by and by
To white at rising of the Sunne. As hote as any fire
She sticketh to hir tackling still. And through a fond desire
Of glorie, to hir owne decay all headlong forth she runnes.
For Pallas now no lenger warnes, ne now no lenger shunnes
Ne seekes the chalenge to delay. Immediatly they came
And tooke their places seuerally, and in a seuerall frame
Eche streynde a web, the warpe whereof was fine. The web was tide
Upon a Beame. Betweene the warpe a slay of reede did slide.
The woofe on sharpened pinnes was put betwixt the warp, and wrought
With fingars. And as oft as they had through the warpe it brought,
They strake it with a Boxen combe. Both twayne of them made hast:
And girding close for handsomnesse their garments to their wast
Bestirde their cunning handes apace. Their earnestnesse was such
As made them neuer thinke of paine. They weaued verie much
Fine Purple that was dide in Tyre, and colours set so trim
That eche in shadowing other seemde the very same with him.
Euen like as after showres of raine when Phebus broken beames
Doe strike vpon the Cloudes, appeares a compast bow of gleames
Which bendeth ouer all the Heauen: wherein although there shine
A thousand sundry colours, yet the shadowing is so fine,
That looke men nere so wistly, yet beguileth it their eyes:
So like and euen the self same thing eche colour seemes to rise
Whereas they meete, which further off doe differ more and more.
Of glittring golde with silken threede was weaued there good store,
And stories put in portrayture of things done long afore.
Minerua painted Athens towne and Marsis rocke therein,
And all the strife betweene hirselfe and Neptune, who should win
The honor for to giue the name to that same noble towne.
In loftie thrones on eyther side of Ioue were settled downe
Six Peeres of Heauen with countnance graue and full of Maiestie,
And euery of them by his face discerned well might be.
The Image of the mightie Ioue was Kinglike. She had made
Neptunus standing striking with his long threetyned blade
Upon the ragged Rocke: and from the middle of the clift
She portrayd issuing out a horse, which was the noble gift
For which he chalengde to himselfe the naming of the towne.
She picturde out hirselfe with shielde and Morion on hir crowne
With Curet on hir brest, and Speare in hand with sharpened ende.
She makes the Earth (the which hir Speare doth seeme to strike) to sende
An Olyf tree with fruite thereon: and that the Gods thereat
Did wonder: and with victorie she finisht vp that plat.
Yet to thintent examples olde might make it to be knowne
To hir that for desire of praise so stoutly helde hir owne,
What guerdon she shoulde hope to haue for hir attempt so madde,
Foure like contentions in the foure last corners she did adde.
The Thracians Heme and Rodope the formost corner hadde:
Who being sometime mortall folke vsurpt to them the name
Of Ioue and Iuno, and were turnde to mountaines for the same.
A Pigmie womans piteous chaunce the second corner shewde,
Whome Iuno turned to a Crane (bicause she was so lewde
As for to stand at strife with hir for beautie) charging hir
Against hir natiue countriefolke continuall war to stir.
The thirde had proude Antigone who durst of pride contende
In beautie with the wife of Ioue: by whome she in the ende
Was turned to a Storke, no whit auailed hir the towne
Of Troy, or that Laomedon hir father ware a crowne,
But that she clad in feathers white hir lazie wings must ftap
And with a bobbed Bill bewayle the cause of hir missehap.
The last had chyldelesse Cinyras: who being turnde to stone,
Was picturde prostrate on the grounde, and weeping all alone,
And culling fast betweene his armes a Temples greeces fine
To which his daughters bodies were transformde by wrath diuine.
The vtmost borders had a wreath of Olyf round about,
And this is all the worke the which Minerua portrayd out.
For with the tree that she hirselfe had made but late afore
She bounded in hir Arras cloth, and then did worke no more.
The Lydian maiden in hir web did portray to the full
How Europe was by royall Ioue beguilde in shape of Bull.
A swimming Bull, a swelling Sea, so liuely had she wrought,
That Bull and Sea in very deede ye might them well haue thought.
The Ladie seemed looking backe to landwarde and to crie
Upon hir women, and to feare the water sprinkling hie,
And shrinking vp hir fearfull feete. She portrayd also there
Asteriee struggling with an Erne which did away hir beare.
And ouer Leda she had made a Swan his wings to splay.
She added also how by Ioue in shape of Satyr gaye
The faire Antiope with a paire of children was besped:
And how he tooke Amphitrios shape when in Alcmenas bed
He gate the worthie Hercules: and how he also came
To Danae like a shoure of golde, to Aegine like a flame,
A sheepeherd to Mnemofyne, and like a Serpent fly
To Proserpine. She also made Neptunus leaping by
Upon a Maide of Aeolus race in likenesse of a Bull,
And in the streame Enipeus shape begetting on a trull
The Giants Othe and Ephialt, and in the shape of Ram
Begetting one Theophane Bisalties ympe with Lam,
And in a lustie Stalions shape she made him houering there
Dame Ceres with the yellow lockes, and hir whose golden heare
Was turnde to crawling Snakes: on whome he gate the winged horse.
She made him in a Dolphins shape Melantho to enforce.
Of all these things she missed not their proper shapes, nor yit
The full and iust resemblance of their places for to hit.
In likenesse of a Countrie cloyne was Phebus picturde there,
And how he now ware Gossehaukes wings, and now a Lions heare.
And how he in a shepeherdes shape was practising a wile
The daughter of one Macarie dame Issa to beguile.
And how the faire Erygone by chaunce did suffer rape
By Bacchus who deceyued hir in likenesse of a grape.
And how that Saturne in the shape of Genet did beget
The double Chiron. Round about the vtmost Uerdge was set
A narrow Traile of pretie floures with leaues of Iuie fret.
Not Pallas, no nor spight it selfe could any quarrell picke
To this hir worke: and that did touch Minerua to the quicke.
Who therevpon did rende the cloth in pieces euery whit,
Bicause the lewdnesse of the Gods was blased so in it.
And with an Arras weauers combe of Box she fiercely smit
Arachne on the forehead full a dosen times and more.
The Maide impacient in hir heart, did stomacke this so sore,
That by and by she hung hirselfe. Howbeit as she hing,
Dame Pallas pitying hir estate, did stay hir in the string
From death, and said lewde Callet liue: but hang thou still for mee.
And least hereafter from this curse that time may set thee free,
I will that this same punishment enacted firmely bee,
As well on thy posteritie for euer as on thee.
And after when she should depart, with iuice of Hecats flowre
She sprinkled hir: and by and by the poyson had such powre,
That with the touch thereof hir haire, hir eares, and nose did fade:
And verie small it both hir heade and all hir bodie made.
In steade of legs, to both hir sides sticke fingars long and fine:
The rest is bellie. From the which she nerethelesse doth twine
A slender threede, and practiseth in shape of Spider still
The Spinners and the Websters crafts of which she erst had skill.
All Lydia did repine hereat; and of this deede the fame
Through Phrygie ran, & through the world was talking of the same.
Before hir mariage Niobe had knowen hir verie well,
When yet a Maide in Meonie and Sipyle she did dwell.
And yet Arachnes punishment at home before hir eyes,
To vse discreter kinde of talke it could hir not aduise,
Nor (as behoueth) to the Gods to yeelde in humble wise.
For many things did make hir proud. But neyther did the towne
The which hir husband builded had, nor houses of renowne
Of which they both descended were, nor yet the puissance
Of that great Realme wherein they reignde so much hir minde enhauce
(Although the liking of them all did greatly hir delight)
As did the offspring of hir selfe. And certenly she might
Haue bene of mothers counted well most happie, had she not
So thought hir selfe. For the whome sage Tyresias had begot
The Prophet Manto through instinct of heauenly powre, did say
These kinde of wordes in open strete. Ye Thebanes go your way
Apace, and vnto Laton and to Latons children pray,
And offer godly Frankinsence, and wreath your haire with Bay.
Latona by the mouth of me commaundes you so to do.
The Thebane women by and by obeying therevnto,
Deckt all their heades with Laurell leaues as Manto did require.
And praying with deuout intent threw incense in the fire.
Beholde out commeth Niobe enuironde with a garde
Of seruaunts and a solemne traine that followed afterward.
She was hirselfe in raiment made of costly cloth of golde
Of Phrygia facion verie braue and gorgeous to beholde.
And of hir selfe she was right faire and beautifull of face,
But that hir wrathfull stomake then did somewhat staine hir grace.
She mouing with hir portly heade hir haire the which as then
Did hang on both hir shoulders loose, did pawse a while. and when
Wyth loftie looke hir stately eyes she rolled had about,
What madnesse is it (quoth she) to prefer the heauenly rout
Of whome ye doe but heare, to such as daily are in sight?
Or why should Laton honored be with Altars? Neuer wight
To my most sacred Maiestie did offer incense. Yit
My Father was that Tantalus whome only as most fit
The Gods among them at their boordes admitted for to sit.
A sister of the Pleyades is my mother. Finally
My Graundsire on the mothers side is that same Atlas hie
That on his shoulders beareth vp the heauenly Axeltree.
Againe my other Graundfather is Ioue. and (as you see)
He also is my Fathrinlawe. wherin I glorie may.
The Realme of Phrygia here at hand doth vnto me obay.
In Cadmus pallace I thereof the Ladie doe remaine
And ioyntly with my husbande I as peerlesse Princesse reigne
Both ouer this same towne whose walles my husbands harpe did frame,
And also ouer all the folke and people in the same.
In what soeuer corner of my house I cast mine eye,
A worlde of riches and of goods I eurywhere espie.
Moreouer for the beautie, shape, and fauor growen in me,
Right well I know I doe deserue a Goddesse for to be.
Besides all this, seuen sonnes I haue and daughters seuen likewise,
By whome shall shortly sonneinlawes and daughtrinlawes arise.
Iudge you now if that I haue cause of statelynesse or no.
How dare ye then prefer to me Latona that same fro
The Titan Ceus ympe, to whome then readie downe to lie
The howgie Earth a little plot to childe on did denie?
From Heauen, from Earth, & from the Sea your Goddesse banisht was,
And as an outcast through the world from place to place did passe,
Untill that Delos pitying hir, sayde thou doste fleete on land
And I on Sea, and therevpon did lende hir out of hand
A place vnstable. Of two twinnes there brought a bed was she:
And this is but the seuenth part of the issue borne by me.
Right happie am I. who can this denie? and shall so still
Continue who doth doubt of that? abundance hath and will
Preserue me. I am greater than that frowarde fortune may
Empeache me. For although she shoulde pull many things away,
Yet should she leaue me many more. My state is out of feare.
Of thys my howge and populous race surmise you that it were
Possible some of them should misse: yet can I neuer be
So spoyled that no mo than two shall tarie styll with me.
Leaue quickly thys lewde sacrifice, and put me off this Bay
That on your heades is wreathed thus. They laide it streight away
And left their holie rites vndone, and closely as they may
With secret whispring to themselues to Laton they dyd pray.
How much from vtter barrennesse the Goddesse was: so much
Disdeind she more: and in the top of Cynthus framed such
Complaint as this to both hir twinnes. Lo I your mother deare,
Who in my bodie once you twaine with painefull trauell beare,
Loe I whose courage is so stout as for to yeelde to none
Of all the other Goddesses except Ioues wife alone,
Am lately doubted whether I a Goddesse be or no.
And if you helpe not children mine, the case now standeth so
That I the honor must from hence of Altars quight forgo.
But this is not mine only griefe. Besides hir wicked fact
Most railing words hath Niobe to my defacing rackt.
She durst prefer hir Barnes to you. And as for me, she naamde
Me barren in respect of hir, and was no whit ashaamde
To shewe hir fathers wicked tongue which she by birth doth take
This said: Latona was about entreatance for to make.
Cease off (quoth Phebus) long complaint is nothing but delay
Of punishment. and the selfe same wordes did Phebe also say.
And by and by they through the Ayre both gliding swiftly downe,
On Cadmus pallace hid in cloudes did light in Thebe towne.
A fielde was vnderneath the wall both leuell, large and wide,
Betrampled euery day with horse that men therein did ride,
Where store of Carres and Horses houes the cloddes to dust had trode
A couple of Amphions sonnes on lustie coursers rode
In this same place. Their horses faire Coperisons did weare
Of scarlet: and their bridles braue with golde bedecked were.
Of whome as Niobs eldest sonne Ismenos hapt to bring
His horse about, and reynde him in to make him keepe the ring,
He cride alas: and in his brest with that an arrow stacke
And by and by hys dying hand did let the bridle slacke.
And on the right side of the horse he slipped to the ground.
The second brother Sipylus did chaunce to heare the sound
Of Quiuers clattring in the Ayre, and giuing streight the reyne
And spur togither to his horse, began to flie amayne:
As doth the master of a ship: who when he sees a shoure
Approching, by some mistie cloud that ginnes to gloume and loure
Doth clap on all his sayles bicause no winds should scape him by
Though nere so small. Howbeit as he turned for to flie,
He was not able for to scape the Arrow which did stricke
Him through the necke. The nocke thereof did shaking vpward sticke,
The head appeared at his throte. And as he forward gaue
Himselfe in flying: so to ground he groueling also draue,
And toppled by the horses mane and feete amid his race,
And with his warme newshedded bloud berayëd all the place.
But Phedimus, and Tantalus the heier of the name
Of Tantalus his Graundfather, who customably came
From other dailie exercise to wrestling, had begun
To close, and eache at other now with brest to brest to run,
When Phebus Arrow being sent with force from streyned string
Did strike through both of them as they did fast togither cling.
And so they sighed both at once, and both at once for paine
Fell downe to ground, and both of them at once their eyes did streine
To see their latest light, and both at once their ghostes did yeelde.
Alphenor this mischaunce of theirs with heauie heart behelde,
And scratcht and beate his wofull brest: and therewith flying out
To take them vp betweene his armes, was as he went about
This worke of kindly pitie, killde. For Phebus with a Dart
of deadly dint did riue him through the Bulke and brake his hart.
And when the steale was plucked out, a percell of his liuer
Did hang vpon the hooked heade: and so he did deliuer
His life and bloud into the Ayre departing both togither.
But Damasicthon (on whose heade came neuer sizzer) felt
Mo woundes than one. It was his chaunce to haue a grieuous pelt
Upon the verie place at which the leg is first begun
And where the hamstrings by the ioynt with supple sinewes run
And while to draw this arrow out he with his hand assaide,
Another through his wezant went, and at the feathers staide.
The bloud did driue out this againe, and spinning high did spout
A great way off, and pierst the Ayre with sprinkling all about.
The last of all Ilionie with streched handes, and speche
Most humble (but in vaine) did say, O Gods I you beseche
Of mercie all in generall. He wist not what he saide
Ne how that vnto all of them he ought not to haue praide.
The God that helde the Bow in hande was moued: but as then
The Arrow was alredie gone so farre, that backe agen
He could not call it. Nerethelesse the wound was verie small
Of which he dide, for why his heart it did but lightly gall.
The rumor of the mischiefe selfe, and mone of people, and
The weeping of hir seruants gaue the mother t'vnderstand
The sodaine stroke of this mischaunce. She wondred verie much
And stormed also that the Gods were able to doe such
A deede, or durst attempt it, yea she thought it more than right
That any of them ouer hir should haue so mickle might.
Amphion had fordone himselfe alreadie with a knife,
And ended all his sorrowes quite togither with his life.
Alas, alas how greatly doth this Niobe differ here
From tother Niobe who a late disdaining any Pere
Did from Latonas Altars driue hir folke, and through the towne
With haultie looke and stately gate went pranking vp and downe,
Then spighted at among hir owne, but piteous now to those:
That heretofore for hir deserts had bene hir greatest foes.
She falleth on the corses colde, and taking no regard,
Bestowde hir kysses on hir sonnes as whome she afterwarde
Did know she neuer more shoulde kisse. From whome she lifting thoe
Hir blew and broosed armes to heauen sayd: O thou cruell foe
Latona feede, yea feede thy selfe I say vpon my woe
And ouergorge thy stomacke, yea and glut thy cruell hart
With these my present painefull pangs of bitter griping smart.
In corses seuen I seuen times deade am caried to my graue.
Reioyce thou foe and triumph now in that thou seemste to haue
The vpper hande. What? vpper hand? no no it is not so.
As wretched as my case doth seeme, yet haue I left me mo
Than thou for all thy happinesse canst of thine owne account
Euen after all these corses yet I still doe thee surmount.
Upon the ende of these same wordes the twanging of the string
In letting of the Arrow flie was clearly heard: which thing
Made euery one saue Niobe afraide. Hir heart was so
With sorrowe hardned, that she grew more bolde. Hir daughters tho
Were standing all with mourning weede and hanging haire before
Their brothers coffins. One of them in pulling from the sore
An Arrow sticking in his heart, sanke downe vpon hir brother
With mouth to mouth, and so did yeelde hir fleeting ghost. Another
In comforting the wretched case and sorrow of hir mother
Upon the sodaine helde hir peace. She stricken was within
With double wound: which caused hit hir talking for to blin
And shut hir mouth: But first hir ghost was gone. One all in vaine
Attempting for to scape by flight was in hir flying slaine.
Another on hir sisters corse doth tumble downe starke dead.
This quakes and trembles piteously, and she doth hide hir head.
And when that sixe with sundrye woundes dispatched were and gone,
At last as yet remained one: and for to saue that one,
Hir mother with hir bodie whole did cling about hir fast,
And wrying hir did ouer hir hir garments wholy cast:
And cried out: O leaue me one: this little one yet saue:
Of many but this only one the least of all I craue.
But while she prayd, for whome she prayd was kild. Then down she sate
Bereft of all hir children quite, and drawing to hir fate,
Among hir daughters and hir sonnes and husband newly dead.
Hir cheekes waxt hard, the Ayre could stirre no haire vpon hir head.
The colour of hir face was dim and clearly voide of blood,
And sadly vnder open lids hir eyes vnmoued stood.
In all hir bodie was no life. For euen hir verie tung
And palat of hir mouth was hard, and eche to other clung.
Hir Pulses ceased for to beate, hir necke did cease to bow,
Hir armes to stir, hir feete to go, all powre forwent as now.
And into stone hir verie wombe and bowels also bind.
But yet she wept: and being hoyst by force of whirling wind
Was caried into Phrygie. There vpon a mountaines top
She weepeth still in stone. from stone the drerie teares do drop.
Then all both men and women fearde Latonaas open ire
And far with greater sumptuousnesse and earnester desire
Did worship the great maiestie of this their Goddesse who
Did beare at once both Phebus and his sister Phebe so
And through occasion of this chaunce, (as men are wont to do
In cases like) the people fell to telling things of old
Of whome a man among the rest this tale ensuing told.
The auntient folke that in the fieldes of fruitfull Lycia dwelt
Due penance also for their spight to this same Goddesse felt.
The basenesse of the parties makes the thing it selfe obscure.
Yet is the matter wonderfull. My selfe I you assure
Did presently beholde the Pond, and saw the very place
In which this wondrous thing was done. My father then in case,
Not able for to trauell well by reason of his age,
To fetch home certaine Oxen thence made me to be his page,
Appointing me a countryman of Lycia to my guide.
With whome as I went plodding in the pasture groundes, I spide
Amids a certaine Pond an olde square Aultar colourd blacke
With cinder of the sacrifice that still vpon it stacke.
About it round grew wauering Reedes. My guide anon did stay:
And softly, O be good to me, he in himselfe did say.
And I with like soft whispering did say be good to mee.
And then I askt him whether that the Altar wee did see
Belonged to the Waternymphes, or Faunes or other God
Peculiar to the place it selfe vpon the which we yod.
He made me aunswere thus. My guest no God of countrie race
Is in this Altar worshipped. That Goddesse claymes this place.
From whome the wife of mightie Ioue did all the world forfend:
When wandring restlesse here and there full hardly in the end
Unsetled Delos did receyue then floting on the waue,
As tide and weather to and fro the swimming Iland draue.
There maugre Iuno (who with might and main against hir straue)
Latona staying by a Date and Olyf tree that sted
In trauell, of a paire of twinnes was safely brought a bed.
And after hir deliurance folke report that she for feare
Of Iunos wrath did flie from hence, and in hir armes did beare
Hir babes which afterwarde became two Gods. In which hir trauell
In Sommer when the scorching Sunne is wont to burne the grauell
Of Lycie countrie where the fell Chymera hath his place,
The Goddesse wearie with the long continuance of hir race,
Waxt thirstie by the meanes of drought with going in the Sunne.
Hir babes had also suckt hir brestes as long as milke wold runne.
By chaunce she spide this little Pond of water here bylow.
And coutrie Carles were gathering there these Oysyer twigs that grow
So thicke vpon a shrubbie stalke: and of these rushes greene:
And flags that in these moorish plots so rife of growing beene.
She comming hither kneeled downe the water vp to take
To coole hir thirst. The churlish cloynes forfended hir the Lake.
Then gently said the Goddesse: Sirs why doe you me forfend
The water? Nature doth to all in common water send.
For neither Sunne, nor Ayre, nor yet the Water priuate bee
I seeke but that which natures gift hath made to all things free.
And yet I humbly craue of you to graunt it vnto mee.
I did not go about to wash my werie limmes and skin,
I would but only quench my thirst. My throte is scalt within
For want of moysture: and my chappes and lippes are parching drie:
And scarsly is there way for wordes to issue out thereby.
A draught of water will to me be heauenly Nectar now.
And sure I will confesse I haue receiued life of you.
Yea in your giuing of a drop of water vnto mee,
The case so standeth as you shall preserue the liues of three.
Alas let these same sillie soules that in my bosome stretch
Their little armes (by chaunce hir babes their pretie dolles did retch)
To pitie moue you. What is he so hard that would not yeeld
To this the gentle Goddesses entreatance meeke and meeld?
Yet they for all the humble wordes she could deuise to say,
Continued in their willfull moode of churlish saying nay,
And threatned for to sende hir thence onlesse she went away,
Reuiling hir most spightfully. And not contented so.
With handes and feete the standing Poole they troubled to and fro,
Until with trampling vp and downe maliciously, the soft
And slimie mud that lay beneath was raised vp aloft.
With that the Goddesse was so wroth that thirst was quight forgot,
And vnto such vnworthie Carles hirselfe she humbleth not:
Ne speaketh meaner wordes than might beseeme a Goddesse well.
But holding vp hir handes to heauen: for euer mought you dwell
In this same Pond, she said: hir wish did take effect with speede.
For vnderneath the water they delight to be in deede.
Now diue they to the bottome downe, now vp their heades they pop,
Another while with sprawling legs they swim vpon the top.
And oftentimes vpon the bankes they haue a minde to stond,
And oftentimes from thence againe to leape into the Pond.
And there they now doe practise still their filthy tongues to scold.
And shamelessely (though vnderneath the water) they doe hold
Their former wont of brawling still amid the water cold.
Their voices stil are hoarse and harsh, their throtes haue puffed goawles,
Their chappes with brawling widened are, their hamer headed Ioawles
Are ioyned to their shoulders iust, the neckes of them doe seeme
cut off, the ridgebone of their backe stickes vp of colour greene.
Their paunch which is the greatest part of all their trunch is gray,
And so they vp and downe the Pond made newly Frogges doe play.
When one of Lyce (I wote not who) had spoken in this sort,
Another of a Satyr streight began to make report,
Whome Phebus ouercomming on a pipe (made late ago
By Pallas) put to punishment. Why fleaëst thou me so,
Alas he cride it irketh me. Alas a sorie pipe
Deserueth not so cruelly my skin from me to stripe.
For all his crying ore his eares quight pulled was his skin.
Nought else he was than one whole wounde. The griesly bloud did spin
From euery part, the sinewes lay discouered to the eye,
The quiuering veynes without a skin lay beating nakedly.
The panting bowels in his bulke ye might haue numbred well,
And in his brest the shere small strings a man might easly tell.
The Countrie Faunes, the Gods of Woods, the Satyrs of his kin,
The Mount Olympus whose renowne did ere that time begin,
And all the Nymphes, and all that in those mountaines kept their sheepe,
Or grazed cattell thereabouts, did for this Satyr weepe.
The fruitfull earth waxt moyst therewith, and moysted did receyue
Their teares, and in hir bowels deepe did of the same conceyue.
And when that she had turned them to water, by and by
She sent them forth againe aloft to see the open Skie.
The Riuer that doth rise thereof beginning there his race,
In verie deepe and shoring bankes to Seaward runnes a pace
Through Phrygie, and according as the Satyr, so the streame
Is called Marsias, of the brookes the clearest in that Realme.
With such examples as these same the common folke returnde
To present things, and euery man through all the Citie moornde
For that Amphion was destroyde with all his issue so.
But all the fault and blame was laide vpon the mother tho.
For hir alonly Pelops mournde (as men report) and hee
In opening of his clothes did shewe that euerie man might see
His shoulder on the left side bare of Iuorie for to bee.
This shoulder at his birth was like his tother both in hue
And flesh, vntill his fathers handes most wickedly him slue,
And that the Gods when they his limmes againe togither drue,
To ioyne them in their proper place and forme by nature due,
Did finde out all the other partes, saue only that which grue
Betwene the throteboll and the arme. which when they could not get
This other made of Iuorie white in place thereof they set
And by that meanes was Pelops made againe both whole and sound
The neyghbor Princes thither came, and all the Cities round
About besought their Kings to go and comfort Thebe: as Arge
And Sparta, and Mycene which was vnder Pelops charge.
And Calydon vnhated of the frowning Phebe yit,
The welthie towne Orchomenos, and Corinth which in it
Had famous men for workmanship in mettals: and the stout
Messene which full twentie yeares did hold besiegers out.
And Patre, and the lowly towne Cleona, Nelies Pyle,
And Troyzen not surnamed yet Pittheia for a while.
And all the other Borough townes and Cities which doe stand
Within the narrow balke at which two Seas doe meete at hand,
Or which do bound vpon the balke without in maine firme land.
Alonly Athens (who would thinke?) did neither come nor send.
Warre barred them from courtesie the which they did entend.
The King of Pontus with an host of sauage people lay
In siege before their famous walles and curstly did them fray.
Untill that Tereus King of Thrace approching to their ayde,
Did vanquish him, and with renowne was for his labor payde.
And sith he was so puissant in men and ready coyne,
And came of mightie Marsis race, Pandion sought to ioyne
Aliance with him by and by, and gaue him to his Feere
His daughter Progne. At this match (as after will appeare)
Was neyther Iuno, President of mariage wont to bee,
Nor Hymen, no nor any one of all the graces three.
The Furies snatching Tapers vp that on some Herce did stande
Did light them, and before the Bride did beare them in their hande.
The Furies made the Bridegroomes bed. And on the house did rucke
A cursed Owle the messenger of yll successe and lucke.
And all the night time while that they were lying in their beds,
She sate vpon the bedsteds top right ouer both their heds.
Such handsell Progne had the day that Tereus did hir wed.
Such handsell had they when that she was brought of childe a bed.
All Thracia did reioyce at them, and thankt their Gods, and wild
That both the day of Prognes match with Tereus should be hild
For feastfull, and the day likewise that Itys first was borne:
So little know we what behoues. The Sunne had now outworne
Fiue Harnests, and by course fiue times had run his yearly race,
When Progne flattring Tereus saide: If any loue or grace
Betweene vs be, send eyther me my sister for to see,
Or finde the meanes that hither she may come to visit mee.
You may assure your Fathrinlaw she shall againe returne
Within a while. Ye doe to me the highest great good turne
That can be, if you bring to passe I may my sister see.
Immediatly the King commaundes his shippes a flote to bee.
And shortly after, what with sayle and what with force of Ores,
In Athens hauen he arriues and landes at Pyrey shores.
Assoone as of his fathrinlaw the presence he obtainde,
And had of him bene courteously and friendly entertainde,
Unhappie handsell entred with their talking first togither.
The errandes of his wife the cause of his then comming thither
He had but new begon to tell, and promised that when
She had hir sister seene, she should with speede be sent agen:
When (see the chaunce) came Philomele in raiment very rich,
And yet in beautie farre more rich, euen like the Fairies which
Reported are the pleasant woods and water springs to haunt,
So that the like apparell and attire to them you graunt.
King Tereus at the sight of hir did burne in his desire,
As if a man should chaunce to set a gulfe of corne on fire,
Or burne a stacke of hay. Hir face in deede deserued loue.
But as for him, to fleshly lust euen nature did him moue.
For of those countries commonly the people are aboue
All measure prone to lecherie. And therefore both by kinde
His flame encreast, and by his owne default of vicious minde
He purposde fully to corrupt hir seruants with reward:
Or for to bribe hir Nurce, that she should slenderly regarde
Hir dutie to hir mistresseward. And rather than to fayle,
The Ladie euen hirselfe with gifts he minded to assayle,
And all his kingdome for to spend. or else by force of hand
To take hir, and in maintenance thereof by sword to stand.
There was not vnder heauen the thing but that he durst it proue,
So far vnable was he now to stay his lawlesse loue.
Delay was deadly. Backe againe with greedie minde he came
Of Prognes errands for to talke: and vnderneath the same
He workes his owne vngraciousnesse. Loue gaue him power to frame
His talke at will. As oft as he demaunded out of square,
Upon his wiues importunate desire himselfe he bare.
He also wept: as though his wife had willed that likewise.
O God, what blindnesse doth the heartes of mortall men disguise?
By working mischiefe Tereus gets him credit for to seeme
A louing man, and winneth praise by wickednesse extreeme.
Yea and the foolish Philomele the selfe same thing desires.
Who hanging on hir fathers necke with flattring armes, requires
Against hir life and for hir life his licence for to go
To see hir sister. Tereus beholdes hir wistly tho,
And in beholding handles hir with heart. For when he saw
Hir kisse hir father, and about his necke hir armes to draw,
They all were spurres to pricke him forth, and wood to feede his fire,
And foode of forcing nourishment to further his desire.
As oft as she hir father did betweene hir armes embrace,
So often wished he himselfe hir father in that case.
For nought at all should that in him haue wrought the greater grace.
Hir father could not say them nay they lay at him so sore.
Right glad thereof was Philomele and thanked him therefore.
And wretched wench she thinkes she had obtained such a thing,
As both to Progne and hir selfe should ioy and comfort bring,
When both of them in verie deede should afterward it rew.
To endward of his daily race and trauell Phebus drew,
And on the shoring side of Heauen his horses downeward flew.
A princely supper was prepaarde, and wine in golde was set:
And after meate to take their rest the Princes did them get.
But though the King of Thrace that while were absent from hir sight,
Yet swelted he: and in his minde reuoluing all the night
Hir face, hir gesture, and hir hands, imaginde all the rest
(The which as yet he had not seene) as likte his fancie best.
He feedes his flames himselfe. No winke could come within his eyes,
For thinking ay on hir. Assoone as day was in the skies,
Pandion holding in his hand the hand of Tereus prest
To go his way, and sheading teares betooke him thus his guest.
Deare sonneinlaw I giue thee here (sith godly cause constraines)
This Damsell. Bythe faith that in thy Princely heart remaines,
And for our late aliance sake, and by the Gods aboue,
I humbly thee beseche that as a Father thou doe loue
And maintaine hir. and that as soone as may be (all delay
Will vnto me seeme ouer long) thou let hir come away
The comfort of my carefull age on whome my life doth stay.
And thou my daughter Philomele (it is inough ywis
That from hir father set so farre thy sister Progne is)
If any sparke of nature doe within thy heart remayne,
With all the haast and speede thou canst returne to me againe.
In giuing charge he kissed hir: and downe his cheekes did raine
The tender teares. and as a pledge of faith he tooke the right
Handes of them both, and ioyning them did eche to other plight.
Desiring them to beare in minde his commendations to
His daughter and hir little sonne. And then with much a doe
For sobbing, at the last he had adew as one dismaid.
The foremisgiuing of his minde did make him sore afraid.
Assoone as Tereus and the Maide togither were a boord,
And that their ship from land with Ores was haled on the foord,
The fielde is ours he cride aloude, I haue the thing I sought
And vp he skipt, so barbrous and so beastly was his thought,
That scarce euen there he could forbeare his pleasure to haue wrought
His eye went neuer off of hir: as when the scarefull Erne
With hooked talants trussing vp a Hare among the Ferne,
Hath laid hir in his nest, from whence the prisoner can not scape,
The rauening fowle with greedie eyes vpon his pray doth gape.
Now was their iourney come to ende: now were they gone a land
In Thracia, when that Tereus tooke the Ladie by the hand,
And led hir to a pelting graunge that peakishly did stand
In woods forgrowen. There waxing pale and trembling sore for feare,
And dreading all things, and with teares demaunding sadly where
Hir sister was, he shet hir vp: and therewithall bewraide
His wicked lust, and so by force bicause she was a Maide
And all alone he vanquisht hir, It booted nought at all
That she on sister, or on Sire, or on the Gods did call.
She quaketh like the wounded Lambe which fro the Wolues hore teeth
New shaken thinkes hir selfe not safe: or as the Doue that seeth
Hir fethers with hir owne bloud staynde, who shuddring still doth feare
The greedie Hauke that did hir late with griping talants teare.
Anon when that this mazednesse was somewhat ouerpast,
She rent hir haire, and beate hir brest, and vp to heauenward cast
Hir hands in mourning wise, and said. O cankerd Carle, O fell
And cruell Tyrant, neyther could the godly teares that fell
A downe my fathers cheekes when he did giue thee charge of mee,
Ne of my sister that regarde that ought to be in thee,
Nor yet my chaast virginitie, nor conscience of the lawe
Of wedlocke, from this villanie thy barbrous heart withdraw?
Behold thou hast confounded all. My sister thorough mee
Is made a Cucqueane: and thy selfe through this offence of thee
Art made a husband to vs both, and vnto me a foe
A iust deserued punishment for lewdly doing so.
But to thintent O periurde wretch no mischiefe may remaine
Unwrought by thee, why doest thou from murdring me refraine?
Would God thou had it done before this wicked rape. From hence
Then should my soule most blessedly haue gone without offence.
But if the Gods doe see this deede, and if the Gods I say
Be ought, and in this wicked worlde beare any kinde of sway
And if with me all other things decay not, sure the day
Will come that for this wickednesse full dearly thou shalt pay.
Yea I my selfe reiecting shame thy doings will bewray.
And if I may haue power to come abrode, them blase I will
In open face of all the world. or if thou keepe me still
As prisoner in these woods, my voyce the verie woods shall fill,
And make the stones to vnderstand. Let Heauen to this giue eare
And all the Gods and powers therein if any God be there.
The cruell tyrant being chaaft and also put in feare
With these and other such hir wordes, both causes so him stung,
That drawing out his naked sworde that at his girdle hung,
He tooke hir rudely by the haire, and wrung hir hands behind hir,
Compelling hir to holde them there while he himselfe did bind hir.
When Philomela sawe the sworde, she hoapt she should haue dide,
And for the same hir naked throte she gladly did prouide.
But as she yirnde and called ay vpon hir fathers name,
And striued to haue spoken still, the cruell tyrant came
And with a paire of pinsons fast did catch hir by the tung,
And with his sword did cut it off. The stumpe whereon it hung
Did patter still. The tip fell downe and quiuering on the ground
As though that it had murmured it made a certaine sound.
And as an Adders tayle cut off doth skip a while: euen so
The tip of Philomelaas tongue did wriggle to and fro,
And nearer to hir mistresseward in dying still did go.
And after this most cruell act, for certaine men report
That he (I scarcely dare beleue) did oftentimes resort
To maymed Philomela and abusde hir at his will:
Yet after all this wickednesse he keeping countnance still,
Durst vnto Progne home repaire. And she immediatly
Demaunded where hir sister was. He sighing feynedly
Did tell hir falsly she was dead: and with his suttle teares
He maketh all his tale to seeme of credit in hir eares.
Hir garments glittring all with golde she from hir shoulders teares
And puts on blacke, and setteth vp an emptie Herce, and keepes
A solemne obite for hir soule, and piteously she weepes
And waileth for hir sisters fate who was not in such wise
As that was, for to be bewailde. The Sunne had in the Skies
Past through the twelue celestiall signes, and finisht full a yeare.
But what should Philomela doe? She watched was so neare
That start she could not for hir life. the walles of that same graunge
Were made so high of maine hard stone, that out she could not raunge.
Againe hir tunglesse mouth did want the vtterance of the fact.
Great is the wit of pensiuenesse, and when the head is ract
With hard misfortune, sharpe forecast of practise entereth in.
A warpe of white vpon a frame of Thracia she did pin,
And weaued purple letters in betweene it, which bewraide
The wicked deede of Tereus. And hauing done, she praide
A certaine woman by hir signes to beare them to hir mistresse.
She bare them and deliuered them not knowing nerethelesse
What was in them. The Tyrants wife vnfolded all the clout,
And of hir wretched fortune red the processe whole throughout.
She held hir peace (a wondrous thing it is she should so doe)
But sorrow tide hir tongue and wordes agreeable vnto
Hir great displeasure were not at commaundment at that stound.
And weepe she could not. Ryght and wrong she reckeneth to confound,
And on reuengement of the deede hir heart doth wholy ground.
It was the time that wiues of Thrace were wont to celebrate
The three yeare rites of Bacchus which were done a nighttimes late.
A nighttimes soundeth Rhodope of tincling pannes and pots:
A nighttimes giuing vp hir house abrode Queene Progne trots
Disguisde like Bacchus other froes and armed to the proofe
With all the frenticke furniture that serues for that behoofe.
Hir head was couered with a vine. About hir loose was tuckt
A Reddeeres skin. a lightsome Launce vpon hir shoulder ruckt.
In poast gaddes terrible Progne through the woods, and at hir heeles
A flocke of froes. and where the sting of sorrow which she feeles
Enforceth hir to furiousnesse, she feynes it to proceede
Of Bacchus motion. At the length she finding out in deede
The outset Graunge howlde out, and cride now well, and open brake
The gates, and streight hir sister thence by force of hand did take,
And veyling hir in like attire of Bacchus, hid hir head
With Iuie leaues, and home to Court hir sore amazed led.
Assoone as Philomela wist she set hir foote within
That cursed house, the wretched soule to shudther did begin,
And all hir face waxt pale. Anon hir sister getting place
Did pull off Bacchus mad attire, and making bare hir face
Embraced hir betweene hir armes. But she considering that
Queene Progne was a Cucqueane made by meanes of hir, durst nat
Once raise hir eyes: but on the ground fast fixed helde the same.
And where she woulde haue taken God to witnesse that the shame
And villanie was wrought to hir by violence, she was fayne
To vse hir hand in stead of speache. Then Progne chaaft a maine.
And was not able in hir selfe hir choler to restraine.
But blaming Philomela for hir weeping, said these wordes.
Thou must not deale in this behalfe with weeping, but with swordes:
Or with some thing of greater force than swords. For my part, I
Am readie, yea and fully bent all mischiefe for to trie.
This pallace will I eyther set on fire, and in the same
Bestow the cursed Tereus the worker of our shame:
Or pull away his tongue: or put out both his eyes: or cut
Away those members which haue thee to such dishonor put:
Or with a thousand woundes expulse that sinfull soule of his.
The thing that I doe purpose on is great, what ere it is.
I know not what it may be yet. While Progne herevnto
Did set hir minde, came Itys in, who taught hir what to doe.
She staring on him cruelly, said. Ah, how like thou art
Thy wicked father, and without moe wordes a sorowfull part
She purposed, such inward ire was boyling in hir heart.
But notwithstanding when hir sonne approched to hir neare,
And louingly had grëeted hir by name of mother deare,
And with his pretie armes about the necke had hugde hir fast,
And flattring wordes with childish toyes in kissing forth had cast,
The mothers heart of hirs was then constreyned to relent,
Asswaged wholy was the rage to which she erst was bent,
And from hir eyes against hir will the teares enforced went.
But when she saw how pitie did compell hir heart to yeelde,
She turned to hir sisters face from Itys, and behelde
Now tone, now tother earnestly and said. why tattles he
And she sittes dumbe bereft of tongue? as well why calles not she
Me sister, as this boy doth call me mother? Seest thou not
Thou daughter of Pandion what a husband thou hast got?
Thou growest wholy out of kinde. To such a husband as
Is Tereus, pitie is a sinne. No more delay there was.
She dragged Itys after hir, as when it happes in Inde
A Tyger gets a little Calfe that suckes vpon a Hynde
And drags him through the shadie woods. And when that they had found
A place within the house far off and far aboue the ground,
Then Progne strake him with a sword now plainly seeing whother
He should, and holding vp his handes, and crying mother, mother,
And flying to hir necke: euen where the brest and side doe bounde,
And neuer turnde away hir face. Inough had bene that wound
Alone to bring him to his ende. The tother sister slit
His throte. And while some life and soule was in his members yit,
In gobbits they them rent: whereof were some in Pipkins boyld,
And other some on hissing spits against the fire were broyld,
And with the gellied bloud of him was all the chamber foyld.
To this same banket Progne bade hir husband knowing nought
Nor nought mistrusting of the harme and lewdnesse she had wrought.
And feyning a solemnitie according to the guise
Of Athens, at the which there might be none in any wise
Besides hir husband and hir selfe, she banisht from the same
Hir householde folke and soiourners, and such as guestwise came.
King Tereus sitting in the throne of his forefathers, fed
And swallowed downe the selfe same flesh that of his bowels bred.
And he (so blinded was his heart) fetch Itys hither, sed.
No lenger hir most cruell ioy dissemble could the Queene.
But of hir murther coueting the messenger to beene,
She said: the thing thou askest for, thou hast within. About
He looked round, and asked where? To put him out of dout,
As he was yet demaunding where, and calling for him: out
Lept Philomele with scattred haire aflaight like one that fled
Had from some fray where slaughter was, and threw the bloudy head
Of Itys in his fathers face. And neuer more was shee
Desirous to haue had hir speache, that able she might be
Hir inward ioy with worthie wordes to witnesse franke and free.
The tyrant with a hideous noyse away the table shoues:
And reeres ye fiends from Hell. One while with yauning mouth he proues
To perbrake vp his meate againe, and cast his bowels out.
Another while with wringing handes he weeping goes about.
And of his sonne he termes himselfe the wretched graue. Anon
With naked sword and furious hearthe followeth fierce vpon
Pandions daughters. He that had bene present would haue deemde
Their bodies to haue houered vp with fethers. As they seemde:
So houered they with wings in deede. Of whome the one away
To woodward flies, the other still about the house doth stay.
And of their murther from their brestes not yet the token goth,
For euen still yet are stainde with bloud the fethers of them both.
And he through sorrow and desire of vengeance waxing wight,
Became a Bird vpon whose top a tuft of feathers light
In likenesse of a Helmets crest doth trimly stand vpright.
In stead of his long sword, his bill shootes out a passing space:
A Lapwing named is this Bird, all armed seemes his face.
The sorrow of this great mischaunce did stop Pandions breath
Before his time, and long ere age determinde had his death.
Erecthey reigning after him the gouernment did take:
A Prince of such a worthinesse as no man well can make
Resolution, if he more in armes or iustice did excell.
Foure sonnes, and daughters foure he had Of which a couple well
Did eche in beautie other match. The one of these whose name
Was Procris vnto Cephalus King Aeolus sonne became
A happie wife. The Thracians and King Tereus were a let
To Boreas: so that long it was before the God could get
His dearbeloued Orithya, while trifling he did stand
With faire entreatance rather than did vse the force of hand.
But when he saw he no reliefe by gentle meanes could finde,
Then turning vnto boystous wrath (which vnto that same winde
Is too familiar and too much accustomed by kinde)
He said I serued am but well: for why laid I a part
My proper weapons, fiercenesse, force, and ire, and cruell hart?
And fell to fauning like a foole, which did me but disgrace?
For me is violence meete. Through this the pestred cloudes I chace.
Through this I tosse the Seas. Through this I turne vp knottie Okes,
And harden Snow, and beate the ground in hayle with sturdie strokes.
When I my brothers chaunce to get in open Ayre and Skie.
(For that is my fielde in the which my maisteries I doe trie)
I charge vpon them with such brunt, that of our meeting smart
The Heauen betweene vs soundes, & from the hollow Cloudes doth start
Enforced fire. And when I come in holes of hollow ground,
And fiersly in those emptie caues doe rouse my backe vp round,
I trouble euen the ghostes, and make the verie world to quake.
This helpe in wooing of my wife (to speede) I should haue take.
Erecthey should not haue bene prayde my Fatherinlaw to be:
He should haue bene compelde thereto by stout extremitie.
In speaking these or other wordes as sturdie, Boreas gan
To flaske his wings. With wauing of the which he raysed than
So great a gale, that all the earth was blasted therewithall,
And troubled was the maine brode Sea. And as he traylde his pall
Bedusted ouer highest tops of things, he swept the ground.
And hauing now in smokie cloudes himselfe enclosed round,
Betweene his duskie wings he caught Orithya straught for feare,
And like a louer, verie soft and easly did hir beare.
And as he flew, the flames of loue enkindled more and more
By meanes of stirring. Neither did he stay his flight before
He came within the land and towne of Cicons with his pray.
And there soone after being made his wife she hapt to lay
Hir belly, and a paire of boyes she at a burthen brings,
Who else in all resembled full their mother, saue in wings
The which they of their father tooke. Howbeit (by report)
They were not borne with wings vpon their bodies in this sort.
While Calais and Zetes had no beard vpon their chin,
They both were callow. But assoone as haire did once begin
In likenesse of a yellow Downe vpon their cheekes to sprout,
Then (euen as comes to passe in Birdes) the feathers budded out
Togither on their pinyons too, and spreaded round about
On both their sides. And finally when childhod once was spent
And youth come on, togither they with other Minyes went
To Colchos in the Galley that was first deuisde in Greece,
Upon a sea as then vnknowen, to fetch the golden fleece.
Finis sexti Libri
Comments about Ouids Metamorphosis: Sixth Book by Arthur Golding
Poems About Fathers
- 451. Ouids Metamorphosis: Sixth Book , Arthur Golding
- 452. To The Most High , John Vicars
- 453. As I Walk This Graveyard Somber , David von Rudisill
- 454. Thee Unexpected , Clarence Williams
- 455. Mourning Sandy Hook , Rhonda Middleton
- 456. What Do You Need , Unic Cjonr
- 457. I Respect , Krystal Bullard
- 458. Time Of Death , Joe Elmenhorst
- 459. Wells Of Our Fathers , Kweku Atta Crayon
- 460. Mystery Man , casmire Emeribe
- 461. The African Heritage , Monica Rupazo
- 462. A Blacksmith By Trade , vern eaker
- 463. Good Mothers. , Inam Sinelizwi Manyala
- 464. Fathers Addiction , Clarence Williams
- 465. She Is The Evidence Of A Drunk Fathers R.. , luvuyo gqamane
- 466. Blood And Rain , Chris Darlington
- 467. Stories You'Ve Been Told. , Inam Sinelizwi Manyala
- 468. The Somme , Daniel Clubb
- 469. Flower 46: Fathers And Mothers , Freedom Flowers
- 470. Doomes-Day: The Eighth Houre , William Alexander
- 471. Boundaries , Elnathan John
- 472. The Demise Of The African Man , mukami mbaabu
- 473. Separation Is The Necessary Condition Fo.. , Brian Teare
- 474. Face To Face , George Egba
- 475. + Holy Cross Of Davao College , Jordan Legaspi
- 476. Land Of The Free , Riitta Gyllenbogel
- 477. We, Our Kings, And Our Priests, Have Tre.. , Mo...
- 478. Gone In A Flash , Keith Foley
- 479. A Beautiful World With Something Missing , Stephen Yates
- 480. His Smile , sharayah Hodson
- 481. Condemn , Sugar Bear
- 482. His Wealth , MAGNUS AMUDI
- 483. Australia , Brady Williamson
- 484. Times Today , Saju Abraham
- 485. Sonnet Xx. The Glimpse Of Heaven , Thomas Cogswell Upham
- 486. A Fathers Will , Jason Luneau
- 487. Man Know Thyself , LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS
- 488. ! ! Mother$ Love! ! , nazim qureshi
- 489. Bigger's Care , Mohammed Zuhair
- 490. Give It Up White Boy Improvisation .. , Lee Mack
- 491. Give It Up White Boy Ii Xx Xxx Xx .. , Lee Mack
- 492. The Canticles Of Salomon - Chapter I , William Baldwin
- 493. Round Here , Thelma Flores
- 494. Today... 'Father Of Our Spirits' , Roy Allen
- 495. Human Flesh , Asit Kumar Sanyal
- 496. Back In The Days , Mustafa Marconi
- 497. Merry Christmas , ron taylor
- 498. The Stragglers Anthem , David Beckham
- 499. Makurekure , Tosin Abegunde
- 500. Ouids Metamorphosis: Fourteenth Book , Arthur Golding
New Fathers Poems
- Plight Of My Generation, Damilare Tella
- Dawn Of A New Age, victoria goddy
- 1000 Years Of Peace, Joseph Narusiewicz
- Fatherless, Charity Nduhiu
- It Takes More Than Titles, Cynthia BuhainBaello
- Fathers Day, Phil Soar
- Salsaabil 15 Poem@sakisabre, SAKISABRE Saki
- Our Generation, Hedy Henderson
- Her Fathers Eyes, steve stirk
- Father's Day, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
- carpe diem