And some of love, and some of chivalry;
But none fitter than this to apply.
Now listen a while and hearken the end.
"There grew an aged tree on the green,
A goodly Oak sometime had it been,
With arms full strong and largely display'd,
But of their leaves they were disarray'd:
The body big, and mightily pight,
Throughly rooted, and of wondrous height;
Whilome had been the king of the field,