Do not forsake me, thou poetic Muse.
R eveal, through my most tangled words wound round
E ssential tethered Truth, the lesson found
A mid this peaceful painting we peruse.
M inerva's choice is offered to confuse,
I nvoking virtue by which knights are bound;
N earby, fair Aphrodite's love unbound
G ives goodly cause for gentle knights to choose.
K eep virtue close, but know what lies in wait:
N o man avoids this hero's test in life.
I nvoke the names of olden gods to aid;
G o gently forth, and meet what e'er your fate
H ath planned, for modern times of love and strife
T est all by which forgotten knights were made.