Whilst some the Troiane warres in verse recount,
And all the Grecian Conquerours in fight,
Some valiant Romaine warres boue starres do mount,
With all their warlike leaders, men of might:
Whilst some of Bryttish Arthures valure sing,
And register the prayse of Charlemayne:
And some of doughtie Godfrey tydinges bring,
And some the Germaine broyles, and warres of Spayne:
In none of those, my selfe I wounded finde
Neither with horseman, nor with man on foote:
But from a cleare bright eye, one captaine blinde
(Whose puisance to resist did nothing boote)
With men in golden armes, and dartes of golde,
Wounded my hart, and all which did beholde.