...e Well hir goodly head up reare. And having dried with hir hand hir faire greene hanging heare, The River Alpheys auncient loves she thus began to tell. I was (quoth she) a Nymph of them that in Achaia dwell. There was not one that earnester the Lawndes and forests sought Or pitcht hir toyles more handsomly. And though that of my thought It was no part, to seeke the fame of beautie: though I wer...