In hope her to attain by hook or crook.[28:2]

Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto i. St. 17.

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,[28:3]

And her conception of the joyous Prime.

Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3.

Roses red and violets blew,

And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6.

Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.[28:4]

Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54.