His golden locks time hath to silver turned.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.

Villain, a horse--Villain, I say, give me a horse to fly, To swim the river, villain, and to fly.

Honor, the spur that pricks the princely mind

An examin'd enterprize goes on boldly.

Amiens was taken by the Fox, and retaken by the Lion.