Classic Poem

Now sated hunger was, and sated thirst,
And ready servants tables mov'd away;
Then old Belgard his guest addressed first,
Kind courteous Sir, one boon I craven may,
Of thy proud deeds and lineage the display;
For well I ween that noble is thy strain,
And strong thy hand in fierce Bellona's fray,
Thy port and countenance aread thee plain,
To be in knightly thews an honourable swain.