The same which ouer Hellespontus swam:
Yet in his hand a spade he also hent,
And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame,
Which on the earth he strowed as he went,
And fild her womb with fruitfull hope of nourishment.
Next came fresh Aprill full of lustyhed, xxxiii
And wanton as a Kid whose horne new buds:
Vpon a Bull he rode, the same which led
Europa floting through th’ Argolick fluds:
His homes were gilden all with golden studs