This maiden was of age twelve year and tway, In which that Nature haddë such delight. For right as she can paint a lily white, And red a rose, right with such paintúre She painted had this noble creatúre, Ere she was born, upon her limbës free, Where as by right such colours shouldë be: And Phoebus dyed had her tresses great, Like to the streamës 3424 of his burned heat. And if that excellent was her beautý, A thousand-fold more virtuous was she. In her there lacked no conditión, That is to praise, as by discretión. As well in ghost 3425 as body chaste was she: For which she flower’d in virginitý, With all humility and abstinence, With allë temperance and patience, With measure 3426 eke of bearing and array.