The field of snow, with th’ eagle of black therein, Caught with the lion, red-colour’d as the glede, 4213 He brew’d this cursedness, 4214 and all this sin; The wicked nest was worker of this deed; Not Charlës’ Oliver, 4215 that took aye heed Of truth and honour, but of Armorike Ganilion Oliver, corrupt for meed, Broughtë this worthy king in such a brike. 4216