He open shewd, that all men it mote marke.
A gorgeous girdle, curiously embost
With pearle and precious stone, worth many a marke;
Yet did the workmanship farre passe the cost:
It was the same, which lately Florimel had lost.
That same aloft he hong in open vew, xvi
To be the prize of beautie and of might;
The which eftsoones discouered, to it drew
The eyes of all, allur’d with close delight,
And hearts quite robbed with so glorious sight,