THE FAERIE QUEENE
Then came hot July, boiling like to fire,
That all his garments he had cast away;
Upon a lion raging yet with ire
He boldly rode, and made him to obey:
It was the beast that whilom did foray
The Nemaean forest, till the Amphitrionide
Him slew, and with his hide did him array:
Behind his back a scythe, and by his side.
Under his belt he bore a sickle circling wide.![Photo by designerpoint LION photo](http://poetrymonthly.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/ec34b40f2bf41c3e81584d04ee44408be273e7d41ab3134890f4_640_LION.jpg)
That all his garments he had cast away;
Upon a lion raging yet with ire
He boldly rode, and made him to obey:
It was the beast that whilom did foray
The Nemaean forest, till the Amphitrionide
Him slew, and with his hide did him array:
Behind his back a scythe, and by his side.
Under his belt he bore a sickle circling wide.
![Photo by designerpoint LION photo](http://poetrymonthly.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/ec34b40f2bf41c3e81584d04ee44408be273e7d41ab3134890f4_640_LION.jpg)