Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred,[397]
From heauen high to chase the chearelesse darke;[398]
With merry note her loud salutes the mounting larke.
Then freshly vp arose the doughtie knight, lii
All healed of his hurts and woundes[399] wide,
And did himselfe to battell readie dight;
Whose early foe awaiting him beside
To haue deuourd, so soone as day he spyde,
When now he saw himselfe so freshly reare,
As if late fight had nought him damnifyde,