I am not meet for petty men, slack their spirit:
They know not, they, what day the Chief was made,
what hour of the fine day was born the owner,
what a beast they keep with its silver head.
When we went with Arthur, a sorry strife,
Save for seven none came up from Fort Hoar-side.

Book of Taliesin (c. 1275?) - The Spoils of Annwn