Richard Stanyhurst's Aeneis
Thryce dyd I theare coouet, to col, to clajp her in armes. 810 Thryce then thee fpirit my catching jwifilye refufed.
Much lyk to a pufwynd, or nap that vannijhed haftlye.
Thee twylight twinckled, furth I to my coompanye pofted.
Whear foone I perceiued with woonder a multitud hudgye.
Of men with woomen too this layre newlye repayred. 815 Thee yoonger Troians, thee meaner wretched afemblye
Round to me dyd duffer, with pur/e and perfon abyding
Prest, throgh furgye waters with mee too [eek ther auenturs.
Lucifer owtpeaking in tips of mounted hil Ida
On draws thee dawning. Thee Greeks with custodye watchful, 820 Warded thee towngats, hoop here of no fuccor abyddh.
I fhrunck, and my father to the crowne of mounten I lifted.
Finis libri Jecundi.