The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

56 XX Srp PALAMEDE hath reasoned out Beyond the shadow of a doubt That this his Questing Beast is one; For were it Beasts, he must suppose An earlier Beast to father those. So all the tracks of herds that run Into the forest he discards, And only turns his dark regards On single prints, on marks unique. Sir Palamede doth now attain Unto a wide and grassy plain, Whereon he spies the thing to seek. Thereat he putteth spur to horse And runneth him a random course, The Beast a-questing aye before. But praise to good Sir Palamede! *Hath gotten him a fairy steed Alike for venery and for war, So that in little drawing near The quarry, lifteth up his spear To run him of his malice through.