III Lyrics

The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue,
The dances short, long tales of great delight;
With words and looks taht tigers could but rue,
Where each of us did plead the othre's rightů
The palm play where, despoiled for the game,
With dazed eyes off we by gleams of love
Have missed the ball and got sight of our dame,
To bait her eyes, which kept the leads aboveů
Thre gravel ground, with sleeves tied on the helm,
On foaming horse, with wrods and friendly hearts
With cheer as though one should another whelm,,
Where we have fought, and chased off with darts.