Round about Paris every where are spread The assailing hosts of Africa and Spain.
Astolpho home by Logistilla sped, Binds first Caligorantes with his chain;
Next from Orrilo's trunk divides the head;
With whom Sir Aquilant had warred in vain, And Gryphon bold: next Sansonet discerns, Ill tidings of his lady Gryphon learns.
Though Conquest fruit of skill or fortune be, To conquer always is a glorious thing.
'Tis true, indeed, a bloody victory Is to a chief less honour wont to bring;
And that fair field is famed eternally, And he who wins it merits worshipping, Who, saving from all harm his own, without Loss to his followers, puts the foe to rout.