With sprincled pearle, and gold full richly drest,
Did shake, and seem’d to daunce for iollity,
Like to an Almond tree ymounted hye
On top of greene Selinis[249] all alone,
With blossomes braue bedecked daintily;
Whose[250] tender locks do tremble euery one
At euery little breath, that vnder heauen is blowne.
His warlike shield all closely couer’d was, xxxiii
Ne might of mortall eye be euer seene;
Not made of steele[251], nor of enduring bras,