She was as brim as any beare,
For all their meete to labour there,[82]
To them it was no boote:
Upon trees and bushes that by her stood,
She ranged as she was wood,[83]
And rave them up by roote.
He sayd, "Alas, that I was frear!
And I shall be rugged[84] in sunder here,
Hard is my destinie!