As if this to adorne, she all the rest did pill.
It was an hill plaste in an open plaine, vi
That round about was bordered with a wood
Of matchlesse hight, that seem’d th’earth to disdaine,
In which all trees of honour stately stood,
And did all winter as in sommer bud,
Spredding pauilions for the birds to bowre,
Which in their lower braunches sung aloud;
And in their tops the soring hauke did towre,
Sitting like King of fowles in maiesty and powre.