Tired of this battle, longing for the rest,
I tear off this cursed blood-covered armour.
Away the shield with feigned and pompous crest!
This tree’s the end of my obsessing quest,
I’m knight no more, but just one piteous palmer.
.
I’ll nurse my injuries, and cry defeat.
I’ll wash my face and pray to purge my soul.
Away the sword! Twas meant to beat
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