Classic Poem

1

Here lies Don Quixote, stout of limb,
Whose fame to all the world is known,
For ne'er a knight e'er vanquished him —
For him the world doth make great moan.

2

Here Sancho Panza too is laid,
A squire more faithful ne'er was seen;
He never sighed for cruel maid,
Nor fretted till he got quite lean.

3

This gallant knight and faithful squire
In life inseparable were.
As in life nought could their love tire,
In death together they lie here.

4

As the world lost, when this knight died,
A brave defender of the opprest;
So in the squire they lost beside,
His proverbs and his merry jest.

5

And when Don Quixote died, the land
Did lose a knight for e'er renowned;
Whom all men feared, but death's cold hand
Hath laid him here beneath this mound.