Marish

"I fled, 'tis true, and saved my life by flight, / bursting my bonds in frenzy of despair, / and hidden in a marish lay that night, / waiting till they should sail, if sail, perchance, they might."

Thenne sir Tristram departed / and in euery place he asked & demaunded after sir Launcelot / but in no place he coude not here of hym whether he were dede or on lyue /[…]/ Soo syr Tristram rode by a forest and then̄e was he ware of a fayre toure by a mareyse on that one syde / and on that other syde a fayr medowe

The Cherubim descended; on the ground / Gliding meteorous, as evening-mist / Risen from a river o'er the marish glides, / And gathers ground fast at the labourer's heel / Homeward returning.

And the silvery marish flowers that throng / The desolate creeks and pools among,

after the manner of Cards or Maps, the utmost limits of knowne Countries, are set downe to be full of thicke marrish grounds, shady forrests, desart and uncouth places.

At the first outset, heavy, miry ground and a matted, marish vegetation greatly delayed our progress; […]