...e hight this shadie plot, it was a sacred place Tochast Diana and the Nymphes that wayted on hir grace. Within the furthest en ereof there was a pleasant Bowre So vaulted with the leavie trees the Sunne had there no powre: Not made by hand nor mans devise: and yet no man alive, A trimmer piece of worke than that could for his life contrive. With flint and Pommy was it wallde by nature halfe abou...