...e hanging at her eares, and tablets at her brest. All kynd of things became her well. And when she was undrest, She seemed not lesse beawtifull. He layd her in a bed The which with scarlet dyde in Tyre was richly overspred, And terming her his bedfellow, he couched downe hir head Uppon a pillow soft, as though shee could have felt the same. The feast of Venus hallowed through the Ile of Cypru...