589 him, for that they knew him not. Yet painted was, a little farthermore How Atalanta hunted the wild boar, And Meleager, and many other mo’, For which Diana wrought them care and woe. There saw I many another wondrous story, The which me list not drawen to memóry. This goddess on an hart full high was set, 590 With smallë houndës all about her feet, And underneath her feet she had a moon, Waxing it was, and shouldë wanë soon. In gaudy green her statue clothed was, With bow in hand, and arrows in a case. 591 Her eyen castë she full low adown, Where Pluto hath his darkë regioun. A woman travailing was her beforn, But, for her child so longë was unborn, Full piteously Lucina 592 gan she call, And saidë; “Help, for thou may’st best of all.”