He loudly brayed with beastly yelling sound,
That all the fields rebellowed again:

As great a noise, as when in Cymbrian plain

An herd of bulls, whom kindly rage doth sting,
Do for the milky mothers want complain,

And fill the fields with troublous bellowing. (1)
F. Queene, I viii, xi,

I'll make ye roar, that earth may echo forth

The far-resounding torments ye sustain;

As when an herd of lusty Cimbrian bulls

Run mourning round about the female's miss,
And stung with fury of their following,

Fill all the air with troublous bellowing. (1)

II Tamb., IV, 1, 63, col. 1 Dyce.

As he had traveled many a summer day

Through boiling sands of Arabie and Ind, &c. (1)

F. Queene, I, vi, xxxv.

Now as the weary wand'ring traveller

That hath his steps guided through many lands, Through boiling soil of Africa and Ind, &c. (1) Sel., 11. 2523-5.

As gentle shepherd in sweet eventide,

A cloud of cumbrous gnats do him molest, &c. (1)

F. Queene, I, i, xxiii.

And like a shepherd, 'mongst a swarm of gnats, &c. (1) Sel., 11. 2477-8.