Of bataille and of chivalrie,
Of ladies love and druerie,
Anon I wol you tell.
Men speken of romauncés of pris,
Of Hornchild, and of Ipotis,
Of Bevis, and Sir Guy,
Of Sir Libeux, and Pleindamour,
But Sir Thopás, he bears the flour
Of reál chivalrie.
His goodé steed he all bestrode,