To him a squire approached, who pale with dread, Scarce drew his breath, and cried: "Oh, well away!
Alas! alas!" (and thus he often said, Ere he could utter aught beside). "To-day, To-day, sire, is the Roman empire sped, And Christ to the heathen makes his flock a prey.
A fiend from air to-day has dropt, that none Henceforth may in this city make their won.
