Of his noble descendant becoming its Lord;
Of its loyal defence in the great revolution,
Its destruction by fire, and its sad dissolution.
I sing of the days of chivalry,
Of the noble spirit of rivalry.
When every knight detested a sinner,
And swore to be true to his fair Dulcinea.
When each one received the accolade,
And was dubb’d and in costly mail array’d,
With a strippling squire to carry his shield,