Thy bulwarkes diamondes square,
Thy gates are of right orient pearle,
Exceeding riche and rare.
Thy terrettes and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles doe shine,
Thy verie streetes are paued with gould,
Surpassinge cleare and fine.
Thy houses are of ivorie,
Thy windoes cristale cleare,
Thy tyles are mad of beaten gould,