And euery wood,[1166] and euery valley wyde
He fild with Hylas name; the Nymphes eke Hylas cryde.
His garment neither[1167] was of silke nor say, viii
But painted plumes, in goodly order dight,
Like as the sunburnt Indians do aray
Their tawney bodies, in their proudest plight:
As those same plumes, so seemd he vaine and light,
That by his gate might easily appeare;
For still he far’d as dauncing in delight,
And in his hand a windy fan did beare,