Had on him throwen a vesture, 1325 Which that men clepe a cote-armure, Enbrowded wonderliche riche, Al-though they nere nought y-liche. But noght nil I, so mote I thryve, Been aboute to discryve (240) 1330 Al these armes that ther weren, That they thus on hir cotes beren, For hit to me were impossible; Men mighte make of hem a bible Twenty foot thikke, as I trowe. 1335 For certeyn, who-so coude y-knowe Mighte ther alle the armes seen Of famous folk that han y-been In Auffrike, Europe, and Asye, Sith first began the chevalrye. (250) 1340 Lo! how shulde I now telle al this? Ne of the halle eek what nede is To tellen yow, that every wal Of hit, and floor, and roof and al Was plated half a fote thikke 1345 Of gold, and that nas no-thing wikke, But, for to prove in alle wyse, As fyn as ducat in Venyse, Of whiche to lyte al in my pouche is? And they wer set as thikke of nouchis (260) 1350 Fulle of the fynest stones faire, That men rede in the Lapidaire, As greses growen in a mede; But hit were al to longe to rede The names; and therfore I pace. 1355 But in this riche lusty place, That Fames halle called was, Ful moche prees of folk ther nas, Ne crouding, for to mochil prees. But al on hye, above a dees, (270) 1360 Sitte in a see imperial, That maad was of a rubee al, Which that a carbuncle is y-called, I saugh, perpetually y-stalled, A feminyne creature; 1365 That never formed by nature Nas swich another thing y-seye. For altherfirst, soth for to seye, Me thoughte that she was so lyte, That the lengthe of a cubyte (280) 1370 Was lenger than she semed be; But thus sone, in a whyle, she Hir tho so wonderliche streighte, That with hir feet she therthe reighte, And with hir heed she touched hevene, 1375 Ther as shynen sterres sevene. And ther-to eek, as to my wit, I saugh a gretter wonder yit, Upon hir eyen to beholde; But certeyn I hem never tolde; (290) 1380 For as fele eyen hadde she As fetheres upon foules be, Or weren on the bestes foure, That goddes trone gunne honoure, As Iohn writ in thapocalips. 1385 Hir heer, that oundy was and crips, As burned gold hit shoon to see. And sooth to tellen, also she Had also fele up-stonding eres And tonges, as on bestes heres; (300) 1390 And on hir feet wexen saugh I Partriches winges redely. But, lord! the perrie and the richesse I saugh sitting on this goddesse!