 Panglory’s Wooing Song By Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
THEREFORE, 1 above the rest, Ambition sat.   His Court with
glitterant pearl was all enwalled And round about the wall, in
Chairs of State   And most majestic splendour, were installed
  A hundred Kings: whose temples were impaled        5 In golden
diadems, set here and there With diamonds, and gemmèd
everywhere; And of their golden verges 2 none disceptred were
High over all, Panglory’s blazing throne,   (In her bright
turret, all of crystal wrought)        10 Like Phœbus’ lamp in
the midst of heaven shone:   Whose starry top (with pride
infernal fraught)   Self-arching columns, to uphold were taught.
In which her image still reflected was, By the smooth crystal;
that, most like her glass,        15 In beauty, and in frailty,
did all others pass. A silver wand, the Sorceress did sway:
  And for a crown of gold, her hair she wore; Only a garland of
rosebuds did play   About her locks; and in her hand she
bore        20   A hollow globe of glass, that lon