So fierce his rage, so fierce his fury grew, That all obscured remained the warrior's sprite;
Nor, for forgetfulness, his sword he drew, Or wonderous deeds, I trow, had wrought the knight:
But neither this, nor bill, nor axe to hew, Was needed by Orlando's peerless might.
He of his prowess gave high proofs and full, Who a tall pine uprooted at a pull.
