Why should I not as well eke tell you all The portraiture, that was upon the wall Within the temple of mighty Mars the Red? All painted was the wall in length and brede 553 Like to the estres 554 of the grisly place That hight the great temple of Mars in Thrace, In thilkë 555 cold and frosty región, There as Mars hath his sovereign mansión. First on the wall was painted a forést, In which there dwelled neither man nor beast, With knotty gnarry 556 barren treës old Of stubbës sharp and hideous to behold; In which there ran a rumble and a sough, 557 As though a storm should bursten every bough: And downward from an hill under a bent, 558