The famed Rinaldo lies a-cold,
And Tancred too, and Godfrey bold,
That scaled the holy wall!
No Saracen meets Paladin,
We hear of no great Saladin,
But only grow the small!
Our Cressys, too, have dwindled since
To penny things—at our Black Prince[42]
Historic pens would scoff:
The only one we moderns had