And vncouth fashion, yet her well became;
That seem’d like siluer, sprinckled here and theare
With glittering spangs, that did like starres appeare,
And wau’d vpon, like water Chamelot,
To hide the metall, which yet euery where
Bewrayd it selfe, to let men plainely wot,
It was no mortall worke, that seem’d and yet was not.
Her goodly lockes adowne her backe did flow xlvi
Vnto her waste, with flowres bescattered,
The which ambrosiall odours forth did throw