It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine, <br />But first he made his orisons before Saint Mary's shrine: <br />'And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven,' was still the Soldier’s prayer; <br />'That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair.' <br /> <br />His oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with his sword, <br />And followed to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord; <br />Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry filled the air, <br />'Be honoured aye the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair.' <br /> <br />They owed the conquest to his arm, and then his Liege–Lord said, <br />'The heart that has for honour beat by bliss must be repaid.-— <br />My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair, <br />For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair.' <br /> <br />And then they bound the holy knot before Saint Mary's shrine, <br />That makes a paradise on earth, if hearts and hands combine; <br />And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there <br />Cried, 'Honoured be the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair!'<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/romance-of-dunois/
