A river, like to liquid glasse,
Did in such sound-full murmure passe,
That with the same it wanton was.
Hard by this brooke a pyne had seate,
With goodly furniture compleate,
To make the place in state more greate
And lessen the inflaming heate.
Which was with leaves so bewtifide
And spread his brest so thicke and wide,
That all the sunnes estranged pride