The beaute of that ilke place,
Ne couden casten no compace
Soch another for to make,
That might of beauty be his make;
Ne so wonderly ywrought,
That it astonieth yet my thought,
And maketh all my witte to swinke
On this castel for to thinke,
So that the wondir great beautie
Caste, crafte, and curiositie,