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       His sadel was of brent gold new ybete;

       A mantelet upon his shouldres hanging

       Bret-ful of rubies red, as fire sparkling.

       His crispe here like ringes was yronne,

       And that was yelwe, and glitered as the Sonne.

       His nose was high, his eyen bright citrin,

       His lippes round, his colour was sanguin,

       A fewe fraknes in his face yspreint,

       Betwixen yelwe and blake somdel ymeint,

       And as a leon he his loking caste.

       Of five and twenty yere his age I caste.

       His berd was wel begonnen for to spring;

       His vois was as a trompe thondering.

       Upon his hed he wered of laurer grene

       A gerlond freshe and lusty for to sene.

       Upon his hond he bare for his deduit

       An egle tame, as any lily whit.—

       About this king ther ran on every part

       Ful many a tame leon and leopart."