lesser stature than himselfe, whiche was fynely and well apparaylled, all cladde in whyte silke, and directlye over her head was set her name and tytle, in Latin and Englyshe, ‘Temporis filia,’ ‘The Daughter of Tyme.’ Which two so appoynted, went forwarde toward the South syde of the Pageant. And on her brest was written her propre name, whiche was ‘Veritas,’ ‘Trueth,’ who helde a booke in her hande, upon the whiche was written, ‘Verbum Veritatis,’ ‘The Woorde of Trueth.’ And out of the South syde of the Pageaunt was cast a standynge for a childe, which shoulde enterprete the same Pageant. Against whom when the Quenes Majestie came, he spake unto her Grace these woordes:— ‘This olde man with the sythe olde Father Tyme they call, And her his daughter Truth, which holdeth yonder boke: Whom he out of his rocke hath brought forth to us all, From hence for many yeres she durst not once out loke. The ruthful wight that sitteth ynder the barren tree, Resembleth to us the fourme when Commonweales decay: But when they be in state tryumphant, you may see By him in freshe attyre that sitteth under the baye. Now since that Time again his daughter Truth hath brought We trust, O worthy Quene, thou wilt this Truth embrace: And since thou understandst the good estate and nought, We trust wealth thou wilt plant, and barrenness displace. But for to heale the sore, and cure that is not seene, Which thing the boke of Truth doth teache in writing playn, She doth present to thee the same, O worthy Quene, For that, that wordes do flye, but wryting doth remayn.’ [Illustration: COACHES OF QUEEN ELIZABETH From _Archæologia_.]