Such sanguine colour in the face of Phoebe gan to glow,

There standing naked in his sight.  Who, though she had her guard

Of nymphs about her, yet she turned her body from himward.

And, casting back an angry look, like as she would have sent

An arrow at him had she had her bow there ready bent,

So raught she water in her hand and for to wreak the spite

Besprinkled all the head and face of this unlucky knight

And thus forespake the heavy lot that should upon him light:

Book 3, Golding’s (1567) translation of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

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