To Graunde Amoure for to make him repente,
That he his love on La Bell Pucell spente.
Whan in my minde I had well agregate
Every thinge that I in hym had sene,
Bothe of his head and of his hye estate,
I called for helpe unto the heaven quene.
The day was fayre, the sunne was bright and shene;
Besyde a ryver and a craggy roche
This gyaunt was whyche spyed me approche.
He hurtled aboute, and kest his shelde afore,