"Grant we (what I confess not howsoe'er)

  That you the woman in my visage read;

  But that in beauty I am not her peer:

  Not therefore, deem I, of my valour's meed

  Ye would deprive me, though in beauteous cheer

  The palm I to that damsel should concede

  'Twere hard, before I yield to her in charms,

  That I should forfeit what I won in arms.