A hurtfull Art. His owne two wings he waveth verie trim, And looketh backward still upon his sonnes. The fishermen Then standing angling by the Sea, and shepeherdes leaning then On sheepehookes, and the Ploughmen on the handles of their Plough, Beholding... Shakespeare's Ovid: Being Arthur Golding's Translation of the Metamorphoses - Page 165 by Ovid - 1904 - 321 pages Full view -
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