Thus with prodigious hate and cruelty, Our good knights for their love afflicted be; But, O, protect us now, majestic grace, For see, those curst enchanters press in place That our past sorrows wrought: these, these alone Turn all the world into confusion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 38. NO PERJURY IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 28 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |