Here is one fytte[109] of Harold's pilgrimage:

Ye who of him may further seek to know,

Shall find some tidings in a future page,

If he that rhymeth now may scribble moe.

Is this too much? stern Critic! say not so:

Patience! and ye shall hear what he beheld

In other lands, where he was doomed to go:

Lands that contain the monuments of Eld,

Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quelled.