Diana’s portly forester,
The merry knight Sir John,
With all their losel servitors,
Mirth-shaken cheek by cheek;
Cambysean Pistol, Peto, Poins,
And Bardolph’s fiery beak.
A grove there is in Elfin land,
Where closely intertwine
The Grecian myrtle’s branches light
With Gothic oak sublime.