With that I sprange vp towarde the tent
Of noble Dame Pallas, wherof I spake;
Where I sawe come[1558] after, I wote, full lytell lake
Of a thousande poetes assembled togeder:
But Phebus was formest of all that cam theder;
Of laurell leuis a cronell on his hede,
With heris encrisped[1559] yalowe[1560] as the golde,
Lamentyng Daphnes, whome with the darte of lede 290
Cupyde hath stryken so that she ne wolde
Concente to Phebus to haue his herte in holde,