Considering in my passage daungerous
All I subdued to me contrarious.
And than right sone, with great solempnite,
So forth we rode to the solempne mancion
Of La Belle Pucelles worthy dignite;
Whiche was a toure of mervaylous facion,
Replete with joy without suggestion,
Walled with sylver, and many a story
Upon the wall enameled ryally.
So at the last we came unto the gate,