In a fayre Plaine vpon an equall Hill, viii
She placed was in a pauilion;
Not such as[618] Craftes-men by their idle skill
Are wont for Princes states to fashion:
But th’earth her self of her owne motion,
Out of her fruitfull bosome made to growe
Most dainty trees; that, shooting vp anon,
Did seeme to bow their bloosming heads full lowe,
For homage vnto her, and like a throne did shew[619].
So hard[620] it is for any liuing wight, ix