Since so good fortune doth to you present
So fayre a spoyle, to make you ioyous meriment?
But Paridell that had too late a tryall vi
Of the bad issue of his counsell vaine,
List not to hearke, but made this faire denyall;
Last turne was mine, well proued to my paine,
This now be yours, God send you better gaine.
Whose scoffed words he taking halfe in scorne,
Fiercely forth prickt his steed as in disdaine,
Against that Knight, ere he him well could torne:[23]