"Knowest thou not, without it, worthless are

  All gentle bearing and all martial might?

  As there is nothing, howsoever fair,

  That can be seen without the aid of light.

  Easily mightest thou a maid ensnare,

  Lord as thou was, and idol in her sight.

  Her with thy honied words thou might'st have won,

  To deem that cold and darksome was the sun.