Of this warke[1758] they had so great delyght, 1110
The silke, the golde, the flowris fresshe to syght,
They seyd my lawrell was the goodlyest
That euer they saw, and wrought it was the best.
In her astate there sat the noble Quene
Of Fame: perceyuynge how that I was cum,
She wonderyd me thought[1759] at my laurell grene;
She loked hawtly, and gaue[1760] on me a glum:
Thhere was amonge them no worde[1761] then but mum,
For eche man herkynde what she wolde to me[1762] say;