"England is a well good land; in the stead best Set in the one end of the world, and reigneth west. The Sea goeth him all about, he stint as an yle, Of foes it need the lesse doubt: but it be through gile Of folke of the self land, as me hath I sey while From south to north it is long, eight hundred mile, And two hundred mile broad from east to west to wend Amid the land as it might be: and not as in the one end, Plentie men may in England of all good see, But folk it agult, other years the worse and worse be. For England is full enough of fruit and of treene, Of Woods and of Parks that joy it is to seene."