Chapter 161 No.161

"But see;-what makes this armour here?"

For in her path there lay

Targe, corslet, helm;-she viewed them near.

"The breast-plate pierced!-Ay, much I fear,

Weak fence wert thou 'gainst foeman's spear,

That hath made fatal entrance here,

As these dark blood-gouts say.

Thus, Wilton! Oh! not corslet's ward,

Not truth, as diamond