Troden in dust with fury insolent,
To shew the victors might and mercilesse intent.
The warlike Mayde beholding earnestly liii
The goodly ordinance of this rich place,
Did greatly wonder,[1162] ne could satisfie
Her greedy eyes with gazing a long space,
But more she meruaild that no footings trace,
Nor wight appear’d, but wastefull emptinesse,
And solemne silence ouer all that place:
Straunge thing it seem’d, that none was to possesse