There may’st thou see coming with Palamon Licurgus himself, the great king of Thrace: Black was his beard, and manly was his face. The circles of his eyen in his head They glowed betwixtë yellow and red, And like a griffin looked he about, With kemped 609 hairës on his browës stout; His limbs were great, his brawns were hard and strong, His shoulders broad, his armës round and long. And as the guisë 610 was in his country, Full high upon a car of gold stood he, With fourë whitë bullës in the trace. Instead of coat-armour on his harness, With yellow nails, and bright as any gold, He had a bearë’s skin, coal-black for old. 611 His long hair was y-kempt behind his back, As any raven’s feather it shone for black. A wreath of gold arm-great, 612