A WIP finds encouragement!

A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine, 

Y cladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, 

Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine, 

The cruell markes of many a bloudy fielde; 

Yet armes till that time did he never wield: 

His angry steede did chide his foming bitt, 

As much disdayning to the curbe to yield: 

Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, 

As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt. 

Edmund Spenser

Book 1 Canto 1

The Faerie Queene



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