I tell you, food and wine and sleep are

are not so dear to me as the shouts of

On, On!  from both sides, and the neighing

of steeds that have lost thier riders, and

the cries of Help, Help! as the sight of

men great and small  falling to the grass

beyond the dithches: as the sight, at last,

of the dead with the broken lance,

pennant still fluttering, sticking out of the side.

Bertran de Born, knight and troubadour