What meant that preace about that Ladies throne,
And what she was that did so high aspire.
Him Mammon answered; That goodly one,
Whom all that folke with such contention,
Do flocke about, my deare, my[683] daughter is;
Honour and dignitie from her alone[684]
Deriued are, and all this worldes blis
For which ye men do striue: few get, but many mis.
And faire Philotime she rightly hight, xlix
The fairest wight that wonneth vnder skye,