To think 'twas Rodomont the youthful peer Was more inclined than any other wight;
And wherefore even from him he this should hear, Muses, nor can the cause divine aright;
Save him, in all the world the cavalier Knows not of one, that has him at despite.
Meanwhile Dordona's lady craved the field;
And loud that martial damsel's bugle pealed.
