His foll’owers favour with a piercing cry

“His foll’owers favour with a piercing cry This goodly lunge of lance; nor is he slow To snatch another (for innum’erous lie The weapons lost by battle’s losing throw): He runs with couchèd spear: His bravery Urgeth his Braves who, brent with martial lowe, Into the courser’s flanks keen rowels thrust, And lance the foeman level with the dust.”