Chapter 7 No.7

Behind him rode two gallant squires,

Of noble name and knightly sires:

They burned the gilded spurs to claim;

For well could each a war-horse tame,

Could draw the bow, the sword could sway,

And lightly bear the ring away;

Nor less with courteous precepts stored,

Could dance in hall, and carve at board,

And frame love-ditties passing rare,

And sing them to a lady fair.