Ne could be seene, but like an image in a glass.
That well may seemen true: for, well I weene vii
That this same day, when she on Arlo sat,
Her garment was so bright and wondrous sheene,
That my fraile wit cannot deuize to what
It to compare, nor finde like stuffe to that,
As those three sacred Saints, though else most wise,
Yet on mount Thabor quite their wits forgat,
When they[617] their glorious Lord in strange disguise
Transfigur’d sawe; his garments so did daze their eyes.