That Florimell her selfe in all mens vew
She seem’d to passe: so forged things do fairest shew.
Then was that[88] golden belt by doome of all xvi
Graunted to her, as to the fayrest Dame.
Which being brought, about her middle small
They thought to gird, as best it her became;
But by no meanes they could it thereto frame.
For euer as they fastned it, it loos’d
And fell away, as feeling secret blame.
Full oft about her wast she it enclos’d;