Chapter 145 No.145

"His squire, who now De Wilton saw

As recreant doomed to suffer law,

Repentant, owned in vain,

That while he had the scrolls in care,

A stranger maiden, passing fair,

Had drenched him with a beverage rare;

His words no faith could gain.

With Clare alone he credence won,

Who, rather than wed Marmion,

Did to Saint Hilda's s