On Venus vha vaikis[1494],
To muse on our maikis[1495],
Syn sing for thair saikis—
The night is neir gone.
All curageous knichtis
Aganis the day dichtis[1496]
The breist-plate that bright is
To feght with thair fone[1497].
The stoned steed[1498] stampis
Throu curage, and crampis[1499],