Those whom Rinaldo, whom his brethren slew, Whom Oliviero's sons, the valiant twain, Those who were slaughtered by Mount Alban's crew, -- The fierce seven hundred, good Rinaldo's train-- Those whom the valiant Sansonet o'erthrew, And those that in their flight were drowned in Seine, He who would count, might count as well what flowers Zephyr and Flora shed, mid April-showers.
