Sitting like king of fowlcs in maicsty and powre.

“And at the foote thereof a gentle flud

His silver waves did softly tumble downe,

Unmard with ragged mosse or filthy mud;

Ne mote wylde beastes, ne mote the ruder clowne,

Thereto approch; ne filth mote therein drowne:

But Nymphcs and Faeries by the bancks did sit