OF LOVES and LADIES, KNIGHTS and ARMS, I sing,

  Of COURTESIES, and many a DARING FEAT;

  And from those ancient days my story bring,

  When Moors from Afric passed in hostile fleet,

  And ravaged France, with Agramant their king,

  Flushed with his youthful rage and furious heat,

  Who on king Charles', the Roman emperor's head

  Had vowed due vengeance for Troyano dead.