That marr’d some beauty, which our nymph had not:
But, this apart—for in a fav’rite theme
Poets and lovers are allow’d to dream—
Still we believe the lady and her knight }
Were matchless both: he in the glorious fight, }
She in the bower by day, and festive hall by night. }
Urged by his love, th’ adventurous Guy proceeds,
And Europe wonders at his warlike deeds.
Whatever prince his potent arm sustains, 20
However weak, the certain conquest gains;