Ah, Durendal, fair, hallowed, and devote, What store of relics lie in thy hilt of gold! St Peter’s tooth, St Basil’s blood, it holds, Hair of my lord St Denis, there enclosed, Likewise a piece of Blessed Mary’s robe; To Paynim hands ’twere sin to let you go; You should be served by Christian men alone, Ne’er may you fall to any coward soul! Many wide lands I conquered by your strokes For Charles to keep whose beard is white as snow Whereby right rich and mighty is his throne.”

this may not be literary classic, but is a classic in certain groups.

lol, what?