The stately towne they see their harts to glad,
I bad them not at all to stand in [doubt or] feare:
Behold (quoth I) what doth in sight [aloft] appeare,
Those charets glittering braue and statures stout in founded gold[644]
Of sollid masse, more [weighty] riche then glorious to behold.
81.
For on the Temple stoode a sort of golden[645] shapes,
And in the walles thereof their pictures shone,
Not one of these (quoth I) the Britaynes scapes,
Wee souldiers shall possesse them euery one,