Whych was abydyng in the toure of Musyke:
Wherfore anone I went to Rethoryke.
CAP. VII.
HOW HE WAS RECEYVED OF RETHORYKE, AND WHAT RETHORYKE IS.
Than above Logyke up we went a stayre,
Into a chambre gayly glorified,
Strowed wyth floures of all goodly ayre;
Where sate a lady gretly magnified,
And her true vesture clerely purified,
And over her head, that was bryght and shene,
She had a garlande of the laurell grene.