And grudg’d to see the counterfet should shame
The thing it selfe. In hand she boldly tooke
To make another like the former Dame,
Another Florimell, in shape and looke
So liuely and so like, that many it mistooke.
The substance, whereof she the bodie made, vi
Was purest snow in massie mould congeald,
Which she had gathered in a shadie glade
Of the Riphœan hils, to her reueald
By errant Sprights, but from all men conceald: