And now his lightning had he thought on all the earth to throw,But that he feared lest the flames perhaps so hie should growAs for to set the Heaven on fire, and burne up all the skie.He did remember furthermore how that by destinieA certaine time should one day come, wherein both Sea and LondAnd Heaven it selfe shoulde feele the force of Vulcans scorching brond,So that the huge and goodly worke of all the worlde so wide Should go to wrecke, for doubt whereof forthwith he laide asideHis weapons that the Cyclops made, intending to correctMans trespasse by a punishment contrary in effect.And namely with incessant showres from heaven ypoured downe,He did determine with himselfe the mortall kinde to drowne. In Aeolus prison by and by he fettred Boreas fast,With al such winds as chase the cloudes or breake them with their blast,And set at large the Southerne winde: who straight with watry wingsAnd dreadfull face as blacke as pitch, forth out of prison flings.His beard hung full of hideous stormes, all dankish was his head, With water streaming downe his haire that on his shoulders shead.His ugly forehead wrinkled was with foggie mistes full thicke,And on his fethers and his breast a stilling dew did sticke.As soone as he betweene his hands the hanging cloudes had crusht,With ratling noyse adowne from heaven the raine full sadly gusht. The Rainbow, Junos messenger, bedect in sundrie hue,To maintaine moysture in the cloudes, great waters thither drue:The corne was beaten to the grounde, the Tilmans hope of gaine,For which he toyled all the yeare, lay drowned in the raine.Joves indignation and his wrath began to grow so hotThat for to quench the rage thereof, his Heaven suffised not.His brother Neptune with his waves was faine to doe him ease:Who straight assembling all the streames that fall into the seas,Said to them standing in his house: Sirs get you home apace,(You must not looke to have me use long preaching in this case.) Poure out your force (for so is neede) your heads ech one unpende,And from your open springs, your streames with flowing waters sende.He had no sooner said the word, but that returning backe,Eche one of them unlosde his spring, and let his waters slacke.And to the Sea with flowing streames yswolne above their bankes,One rolling in anothers necke, they rushed forth by rankes.Himselfe with his threetyned Mace, did lend the earth a blow,That made it shake and open wayes for waters forth to flow.The flouds at randon where they list, through all the fields did stray,Men, beastes, trees, come, and with their gods were Churches washt away.If any house were built so strong, against their force to stondeYet did the water hide the top: and turrets in that pondeWere overwhelmde: no difference was betweene the sea and ground,For all was sea: there was no shore nor landing to be found.Some climbed up to tops of hils, and some rowde to and fro In Botes, where they not long before, to plough and Cart did go,One over come and tops of townes, whome waves did overwhelme,Doth saile in ship, an other sittes a fishing in an Elme.In meddowes greene were Anchors cast (so fortune did provide)And crooked ships did shadow vynes, the which the floud did hide. And where but tother day before did feede the hungry Gote,The ugly Seales and Porkepisces now to and fro did flote.The Sea nymphes wondred under waves the townes and groves to see,And Dolphines playd among the tops and boughes of every tree.The grim and greedy Wolfe did swim among the siely sheepe, The Lion and the Tyger fierce were borne upon the deepe.It booted not the foming Boare his crooked tuskes to whet,The running Hart coulde in the streame by swiftnesse nothing get.The fleeting fowles long having sought for land to rest upon,Into the Sea with werie wings were driven to fall anon. Th'outragious swelling of the Sea the lesser hillockes drownde,Unwonted waves on highest tops of mountaines did rebownde.The greatest part of men were drownde, and such as scapte the floode,Forlorne with fasting overlong did die for want of foode.Against the fieldes of Aonie and Atticke lies a lande That Phocis hight, a fertile ground while that it was a lande:But at that time a part of Sea, and even a champion fieldeOf sodaine waters which the floud by forced rage did yeelde,Where as a hill with forked top the which Parnasus hight,Doth pierce the cloudes and to the starres doth raise his head upright. When at this hill (for yet the Sea had whelmed all beside)Deucalion and his bedfellow, without all other guide,Arrived in a little Barke immediatly they went,And to the Nymphes of Corycus with full devout intentDid honor due, and to the Gods to whome that famous hillWas sacred, and to Themis eke in whose most holie willConsisted then the Oracles. In all the world so roundeA better nor more righteous man could never yet be foundeThan was Deucalion, nor againe a woman, mayde nor wife,That feared God so much as shee, nor led so good a life. When Jove behelde how all the worlde stoode lyke a plash of raine,And of so many thousand men and women did remaineBut one of eche, howbeit those both just and both devout,He brake the Cloudes, and did commaund that Boreas with his stoutAnd sturdie blasts should chase the floud, that Earth might see the skie And Heaven the Earth: the Seas also began immediatlyTheir raging furie for to cease. Their ruler laide awayeHis dreadfull Mace, and with his wordes their woodnesse did alaye.

He called Tryton to him straight, his trumpetter, who stoodeIn purple robe on shoulder cast, aloft upon the floode, And bade him take his sounding Trumpe and out of hand to blowRetreat, that all the streames might heare, and cease from thence to flow.He tooke his Trumpet in his hand, hys Trumpet was a shellOf some great Whelke or other fishe, in facion like a BellThat gathered narrow to the mouth, and as it did descende Did waxe more wide and writhen still, downe to the nether ende:When that this Trumpe amid the Sea was set to Trytons mouth,He blew so loude that all the streames both East, West, North and South,Might easly heare him blow retreate, and all that heard the soundeImmediatly began to ebbe and draw within their bounde. Then gan the Sea to have a shore, and brookes to finde a banke,And swelling streames of flowing flouds within hir chanels sanke.Then hils did rise above the waves that had them overflow,And as the waters did decrease the ground did seeme to grow.And after long and tedious time the trees did shew their tops All bare, save that upon the boughes the mud did hang in knops.The worlde restored was againe, which though Deucalion joydeThen to beholde: yet forbicause he saw the earth was voydeAnd silent like a wildernesse, with sad and weeping eyesAnd ruthfull voyce he then did speake to Pyrrha in this wise: O sister, O my loving spouse, O sielie woman left,As onely remnant of thy sexe that water hath bereft,Whome Nature first by right of birth hath linked to me fastIn that we brothers children bene: and secondly the chastAnd stedfast bond of lawfull bed: and lastly now of all, The present perils of the time that latelye did befall.On all the Earth from East to West where Phebus shewes his faceThere is no moe but thou and I of all the mortall race.The Sea hath swallowed all the rest: and scarsly are we sure,That our two lives from dreadfull death in safetie shall endure. For even as yet the duskie cloudes doe make my heart adrad.Alas poore wretched sielie soule, what heart wouldst thou have hadTo beare these heavie happes, if chaunce had let thee scape alone?Who should have bene thy consort then: who should have rewd thy mone?Now trust me truly, loving wife, had thou as now bene drownde, I would have followde after thee and in the sea bene fownde.Would God I could my fathers Arte, of claye to facion menAnd give them life that people might frequent the world agen.Mankinde (alas) doth onely now wythin us two consist,As mouldes whereby to facion men. For so the Gods doe lyst. And with these words the bitter teares did trickle down their cheeke,Untill at length betweene themselves they did agree to seekeTo God by prayer for his grace, and to demaund his aydeBy aunswere of his Oracle. Wherein they nothing stayde,But to Cephisus sadly went, whose streame as at that time Began to run within his bankes though thicke with muddie slime,Whose sacred liquor straight they tooke and sprinkled with the sameTheir heads and clothes: and afterward to Themis chappell came,The roofe whereof with cindrie mosse was almost overgrowne.For since the time the raging floud the worlde had overflowne, No creature came within the Churche: so that the Altars stoodWithout one sparke of holie fyre or any sticke of wood.As soon as that this couple came within the chappell doore,They fell downe flat upon the ground, and trembling kist the floore.And sayde: If prayer that proceedes from humble heart and minde May in the presence of the Gods, such grace and favor findeAs to appease their worthie wrath, then vouch thou safe to tell(O gentle Themis) how the losse that on our kinde befell,May now eftsoones recovered be, and helpe us to repaireThe world, which drowned under waves doth lie in great dispaire. The Goddesse moved with their sute, this answere did them make:Depart you hence: Go hille your heads, and let your garmentes slake,And both of you your Graundames bones behind your shoulders cast.They stoode amazed at these wordes, tyll Pyrrha at the last,Refusing to obey the hest the which the Goddesse gave, Brake silence, and with trembling cheere did meekely pardon crave.For sure she saide she was afraide hir Graundames ghost to hurtBy taking up hir buried bones to throw them in the durt.And with the aunswere here upon eftsoones in hand they go,The doubtfull wordes wherof they scan and canvas to and fro.Which done, Prometheus sonne began by counsell wise and sageHis cousin germanes fearfulnesse thus gently to asswage:Well, eyther in these doubtfull words is hid some misterie,Whereof the Gods permit us not the meaning to espie,Or questionlesse and if the sence of inward sentence deeme Like as the tenour of the words apparantly doe seeme,It is no breach of godlynesse to doe as God doth bid.I take our Graundame for the earth, the stones within hir hidI take for bones, these are the bones the which are meaned here.Though Titans daughter at this wise conjecture of hir fere Were somewhat movde, yet none of both did stedfast credit geve,So hardly could they in their heartes the heavenly hestes beleve.But what and if they made a proufe? what harme could come thereby?They went their wayes and heild their heades, and did their cotes untie.And at their backes did throw the stones by name of bones foretolde. The stones (who would beleve the thing, but that the time of oldeReportes it for a stedfast truth?) of nature tough and harde,Began to warre both soft and smothe: and shortly afterwardeTo winne therwith a better shape: and as they did encrease,A mylder nature in them grew, and rudenesse gan to cease. For at the first their shape was such, as in a certaine sortResembled man, but of the right and perfect shape came short.Even like to Marble ymages new drawne and roughly wrought,Before the Carver by his Arte to purpose hath them brought.Such partes of them where any juice or moysture did abound, Or else were earthie, turned to flesh: and such as were so sound,And harde as would not bow nor bende did turne to bones: againeThe part that was a veyne before, doth still his name retaine.Thus by the mightie powre of God ere lenger time was past,The mankinde was restorde by stones, the which a man did cast. And likewise also by the stones the which a woman threw,The womankinde repayred was and made againe of new.Of these are we the crooked ympes, and stonie race in deede,Bewraying by our toyling life, from whence we doe proceede.