What is "flowre"

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And by and by, there approached a faire and comely mayden, not much unlike to Juno, for she had a Diademe of gold upon her head, and in her hand she bare a regall scepter : then followed another resembling Pallas, for she had on her head a shining sallet, whereon was bound a garland of Olive branches, having in one hand a target or shield : and in the other a speare as though she would fight : then came another which passed the other in beauty, and presented the Goddesse Venus, with the color of Ambrosia, when she was a maiden, and to the end she would shew her perfect beauty, shee appeared all naked, saving that her fine and dainty skin was covered with a thin smocke, which the wind blew hither and thither to testifie the youth and flowre of the age of the dame.

When the day of triumph came, I was led with great pompe and benevolence to the appointed place, where when I was brought, I first saw the preamble of that triumph, dedicated with dancers and merry taunting jests, and in the meane season was placed before the gate of the Theater, whereas on the one side I saw the greene and fresh grasse growing before the entry thereof, whereon I greatly desired to feed: on the other side I conceived a great delectation to see when the Theater gates were opened, how all things was finely prepared and set forth: For there I might see young children and maidens in the flowre of their youth of excellent beauty, and attired gorgiously, dancing and mooved in comely order, according to the order of Grecia, for sometime they would dance in length, sometime round together, sometime divide themselves into foure parts, and sometime loose hands on every side: but when the trumpet gave warning that every man should retire to his place, then began the triumph to appeare.

Next came fresh Aprill full of lustyhed,And wanton as a Kid whose horne new buds:Vpon a Bull he rode, the same which ledEuropa floting through th'Argolick fluds:His hornes were gilden all with golden studsAnd garnished with garlonds goodly dightOf all the fairest flowres and freshest budsWhich th'earth brings forth, and wet he seem'd in sightWith waues, through which he waded for his loues delight.

And now it is so vtterly decayd,That any bud thereof doth scarse remaine,But if few plants preseru'd through heauenly ayd,In Princes Court doe hap to sprout againe,Dew'd with her drops of bountie Soueraine,Which from that goodly glorious flowre proceed,Sprung of the auncient stocke of Princes straine,Now th'onely remnant of that royall breed,Whose noble kind at first was sure of heauenly seed.

Faire Helene, flowre of beautie excellent,And girlond of the mighty Conquerours,That madest many Ladies deare lamentThe heauie losse of their braue Paramours,Which they far off beheld from Troian toures,And saw the fieldes of faire Scamander strowneWith carcases of noble warrioures,Whose fruitlesse liues were vnder furrow sowne,And Xanthus sandy bankes with bloud all ouerflowne.

Her goodly lockes adowne her backe did flowVnto her waste, with flowres bescattered,The which ambrosiall odours forth did throwTo all about, and all her shoulders spredAs a new spring.

There well perceiu'd he, that it was the horse,Whereon faire Florimell was wont to ride,That of that feend was rent without remorse:Much feared he, least ought did ill betideTo that faire Mayd, the flowre of womens pride.

So louedst thou the lusty Hyacinct,So louedst thou the faire Coronis deare:Yet both are of thy haplesse hand extinct,Yet both in flowres do liue, and loue thee beare,The one a Paunce, the other a sweet breare:For griefe whereof, ye mote haue liuely seeneThe God himselfe rending his golden heare,And breaking quite his gyrlond euer greene,With other signes of sorrow and impatient teene.

Tho vp him taking in their tender hands,They easily vnto her charet beare:Her teme at her commaundement quiet stands,Whiles they the corse into her wagon reare,And strow with flowres the lamentable beare:Then all the rest into their coches clim,And through the brackish waues their passage sheare.

For not of nought these suddeine ghastly fearesAll night afflict thy naturall repose,And all the day, when as thine equall peares,Their fit disports with faire delight doe chose,Thou in dull corners doest thy selfe inclose,Ne tastest Princes pleasures, ne doest spredAbroad thy fresh youthes fairest flowre, but loseBoth leafe and fruit, both too vntimely shed,As one in wilfull bale for euer buried.

It was a chosen plot of fertile land,Emongst wide waues set, like a litle nest,As if it had by Natures cunning hand,Bene choisely picked out from all the rest,And laid forth for ensample of the best:No daintie flowre or herbe, that growes on ground,No arboret with painted blossomes drest,And smelling sweet, but there it might be foundTo bud out faire, and her sweet smels throw all around.