"And whither runs this bevy of ladies bright,
Ranged in a row?
They be all Ladies of the Lake behight,
That unto her go.
Chloris, that is the chiefest nymph of all,
Of olive branches bears a coronal:
Olives be for peace
When wars do surcease:
Such for a princess be principal.
"Ye shepheards' daughters, that dwell on the green,