It is a choice selected plot of land,
In which this ayrie mount doth towring stand;
As if that nature’s cunning for the best,
Had choicely pickt it out from all the rest:
Beneath this loftie hill shot vp on high,
A pleasant parke impaled round doth lie,
In which the plaine so open lies to sight,
That on this hill oft times with great delight
That heau’nly queene, Plantagenet’s great blood,
The faire Elizae’s selfe hath often stood,