There when they landed were, them ran to greet
A bevy of bright damsels gent and gay,
Who with soft smiles, and salutation sweet,
And courteous violence would force them stay,
And rest them in their bow'r not far away;
Their bow'r that most luxuriously was dight
With all the dainties of air, earth and sea,
All that mote please the taste, and charm the sight,
The pleasure of the board, and charm of beauty bright.