horse is made the scorne
Of knighthood trew, and is of fayre
Belphœbe fowle forlorne.
Soone as the morrow faire with purple beames i
Disperst the shadowes of the mistie night,
And Titan playing on the eastern streames,
Gan cleare the deawy ayre with springing light,
Sir Guyon mindfull of his vow yplight,
Vprose from drowsie couch, and him addrest
Vnto the iourney which he had behight: