Sprinkled with wholsom waters, more then most on ground.
But mongst them all, as fittest for her game, xxxix
Either for chace of beasts with hound or boawe,
Or for to shroude in shade from Phœbus flame,
Or bathe in fountaines that doe freshly flowe,
Or from high hilles, or from the dales belowe,
She chose this Arlo; where shee did resort
With all her Nymphes enranged on a rowe,
With whom the woody Gods did oft consort:
For, with the Nymphes, the Satyres loue to play and sport.