And more than I can make of mentión. For soothly all the mount of Citheron, 545 Where Venus hath her principal dwelling, Was showed on the wall in pourtraying, With all the garden, and the lustiness. 546 Nor was forgot the porter Idleness, Nor Narcissus the fair of yore agone, 547 Nor yet the folly of King Solomon, Nor yet the greatë strength of Hercules, Th’ enchantments of Medea and Circés, Nor of Turnus the hardy fierce couráge, The richë Croesus caitif in serváge. 548 Thus may ye see, that wisdom nor richéss, Beauty, nor sleight, nor strength, nor hardiness, Ne may with Venus holdë champartie, 549 For as her listë the world may she gie. 550 Lo, all these folk so caught were in her las 551