The prophecy was written on the box:I was a giant's daughter of this isle,Turned to a mole by the Queen of Corn:My jewel I did bury by a wile,Again never from the earth to be torn,Till a virgin had reigned thirty-three years,Which shall be but the fourth part of her years.Alexander Dyce, The Dramatic and Poetical Works of Robert Greene and George Peele (London, 1861), p. 579.
