That all men did her person much admire,
And praise the feature of her goodly face,
The beames whereof did kindle louely fire
In th’harts of many a knight, and many a gentle squire.
But she thereof grew proud and insolent, xxix
That none she worthie thought to be her fere,
But scornd them all, that loue vnto her ment,
Yet was she lou’d of many a worthy pere,
Vnworthy she to be belou’d so dere,
That could not weigh of worthinesse aright.