“And eke that stranger knight amongst the rest
        Was for like need enforc’d to disarray. 
      Tho when as vailed was her lofty crest,
        Her golden locks that were in trammels gay
      Upbounden, did themselves adown display,
        And raught unto her heels like sunny beams
      That in a cloud their light did long time stay;
        Their vapour faded, shew their golden gleams,
      And through the persant air shoot forth their azure streams.”

Or is there any mystery in what is said of Belphoebe, that her hair was sprinkled with flowers and blossoms which had been entangled in it as she fled through the woods?  Or is it necessary to have a more distinct idea of Proteus, than that which is given of him in his boat, with the frighted Florimel at his feet, while

“------the cold icicles from his rough beard
Dropped adown upon her snowy breast!”

Or is it not a sufficient account of one of the sea-gods that pass by them, to say—­

      “That was Arion crowned:—­
      So went he playing on the watery plain.”

Or to take the Procession of the Passions that draw the coach of Pride, in which the figures of Idleness, of Gluttony, of Lechery, of Avarice, of Envy, and of Wrath speak, one should think, plain enough for themselves; such as this of Gluttony: 

      “And by his side rode loathsome Gluttony,
        Deformed creature, on a filthy swine;
      His belly was up blown with luxury;
        And eke with fatness swollen were his eyne;
      And like a crane his neck was long and fine,
        With which he swallowed up excessive feast,
    For want whereof poor people oft did pine.

      In green vine leaves he was right fitly clad;
        For other clothes he could not wear for heat: 
      And on his head an ivy garland had,
        From under which fast trickled down the sweat: 
      Still as he rode, he somewhat still did eat. 
        And in his hand did bear a bouzing can,
      Of which he supt so oft, that on his seat
        His drunken corse he scarce upholden can;
    In shape and size more like a monster than a man.”

Or this of Lechery: 

      “And next to him rode lustfull Lechery
        Upon a bearded goat, whose rugged hair
      And whaly eyes (the sign of jealousy)
        Was like the person’s self whom he did bear: 
      Who rough and black, and filthy did appear. 
        Unseemly man to please fair lady’s eye: 
      Yet he of ladies oft was loved dear,
        When fairer faces were bid standen by: 
    O! who does know the bent of woman’s fantasy?

      In a green gown he clothed was full fair,
        Which underneath did hide his filthiness;
      And in his hand a burning heart he bare,
        Full of vain follies and new fangleness;
      For he was false