Of Faerie knights[°] and fairest Tanaquill,[°]
Whom that most noble Briton Prince[°] so long
Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill,
That I must rue his undeserved wrong:
O helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong.
III
And thou most dreaded impe of highest Jove,[°]
Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart
At that good knight so cunningly didst rove,