Neither wife ne child.
Till that there came a great geaunt,
His namé was Sir Oliphaunt,
A perilous man of deed,
He saidé, Childe by Termagaunt,
But if thou prick out of mine haunt,
Anon I slay thy stede
With mace.
Here is the Queen of Faerie,
With harp, and pipe, and symphonie,