Lycaon's Son

[Orlando]
[Why, sluggard, seest thou not]
Lycaon's son,
The hardy plough-swain unto mighty Jove,
Hath trac'd his silver furrows in the heaven,
And, turning home of his over-watch'd team.
Gives leave unto Apollo's chariot?
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