Out of the ground, and sent forth odours sweet;
Tenne thousand mores[622] of sundry sent and hew,
That might delight the smell, or please the view:
The which, the Nymphes, from all the brooks thereby
Had gathered, which[623] they at her foot-stoole threw;
That richer seem’d then any tapestry,
That Princes bowres adorne with painted imagery.
And Mole himselfe, to honour her the more, xi
Did deck himself in freshest faire attire,
And his high head, that seemeth alwaies hore