Then make a Dragon of the Time and check
Saint George the Heart, and look you ride to ruin
By the ruffled Mere before the Beast can wreck
Your tempered Sword and this, your fine intending;
Trot quickly by, or gaping Thing will flick
An armoured tail towards the Sacred Cross
Or lumber spiky paws too close, restrict
Your own grey graceful Charger, unemboss
Those pendent Emblems of your pretty Pride;
Such be your risk, fight fast or not at all;