80
And softe as veluët the yonge gras
That therupon lustily cam springing;
The sute of trees aboute compassing
Hir shadowe caste, closing the welle rounde,
And al the herbes growing on the grounde.
85
The water was so hoolsom and vertuous
Through might of herbes growing there besyde,
Not lyk the welle, wher-as Narcisus