Makth to the queene hou sche schal do,[910]
And every houre apointeth so,
That no mynut therof was lore.[911]
So that in due time is bore
This child, and forth with therupon
Ther felle wondres many on 2260
Of terremote universiel:
The Sonne tok colour of stiel
And loste his lyht, the wyndes blewe,
And manye strengthes overthrewe;