From “The Faërie Queene,” Book I. Canto I.
  A GENTLE Knight was pricking on the plaine,
  Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
  Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine,
  The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde;
  Yet armes till that time did he never wield:
  His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
  As much...