Both gifts of God not gotten but from thence,
Both girlonds[193] of his Saints against their foes offence.
Thus sate they all a round in seemely rate: lii
And in the midst of them a goodly mayd,
Euen in the lap of Womanhood there sate,
The which was all in lilly white arayd,
With siluer streames amongst the linnen stray’d;
Like to the Morne, when first her shyning face
Hath to the gloomy world it selfe bewray’d,
That same was fayrest Amoret in place,