Whence Phillis had the mule in fine.
Who of the trappings asks, and bit,
The mule (though silver) champing it:
Know all things were so richly fit,
As Neptunes honor might admit.
Then Phillis no decorid wanted,
But rich and bewtious, all eyes daunted:
Nor Floras vertue lesse enchaunted,
Who on a welthy palfrey vaunted.
Tamde with his raines, won heaven for lightnes,