at the Clarions sound,
On a milk-white stede with gold trappings around,
He couchde in his rest, his silver-poynt speere,
And ferslie ranne up in full career;
But for his appearance he payed full deare,
In the first course laid on the ground;
Besmeer'd in the dust with his silver and gold,
No longer a glorious sight to behold.