A quatrain which Mr. Simpkinson translates,

Ovec ens fu achiminez
Li beau Robert de Shurland
Ri kant seoit sur le cheval
Ne sembloit home ke someille.

With them was marching
The good Robert de Shurland,
Who, when seated on horseback,
Does not resemble a man asleep!

So thoroughly awake, indeed, does he seem to have proved himself, that
the bard subsequently exclaims in an ecstasy of admiration,

Si ie estoie une pucellete
Je li dourie ceur et cors
Tant est de lu bons li reeors.

If I were a young maiden,
I would give my heart and perso
So great is his fame!

Fortunately the poet was a tough old monk of Exeter; since such a
present to a nobleman, now in his grand climacteric, would hardly have
been worth the carriage. With the reduction of this stronghold of the
Maxwellsse, em to have concluded the Baron's military services; as on
the very first day of the fourteenth century we find him once more
landed on his native shore, and marching, with such of his retainers as
the wars had left him, towards the hospitable shelter of Shurland