As yet not laced, nor her golden haire
Into their comely tresses dewly drest,
Chaunst to espy vpon her yuory chest
The rosie marke, which she remembred well
That litle Infant had, which forth she kest,
The daughter of her Lady Claribell,
The which she bore, the whiles in prison she did dwell.
Which well auizing, streight she gan to cast xvi
In her conceiptfull mynd, that this faire Mayd
Was that same infant, which so long sith[597] past