pennon

Her yellow lockes crisped, like golden wyre,

About her shoulders weren loosely shed,

And when the winde emongst them did inspyre,

They waued like a penon wyde dispred

And low behinde her backe were scattered:

… a ship most neatly that was lim’d,

In all her sailes with Flags and Pennons trim’d.

[…] sodainly there descended before him, as his face was bent towards the earth, an Angell, whose wings had glorious Pennons, and whose face glistered as the beames of the Sunne,