For ever eating of the fat, and ever drinking of the strong,
Yet with stout and knightly valour I shall dress me to the fight;"
But, before his lance was couched, "the questing beast" was out of sight.
So he journeyed till, one evening, from the hill-top looking down
As the setting sun in gold and crimson bathed the mighty town
All the spires, and masts, and towers (that seemed as they had lent the skies
Gauds from London's wealth to deck them) flashed upon his wond'ring eyes.
"This adventure," said Sir Lancelot, "I may scarcely understand,"
So he wisely brought his good sword closer to his strong right hand.
To "Linette the damsel Sauvage" who abode on Ludgate Hill,