An hundred shefe of arowes gode,
The hedys burneshed full bryght;
And every arowe an elle longe,
With pecok wel idyght,
Inocked all with whyte silver [or silk];
It was a semely syght.
A Gest of Robyn Hode, lines 523-8
in
English Popular Ballads, 1922 edition
A sheef of pecok arwes, bright and kene,
Under his belt he bar ful thriftily,
(wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly:
His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe)
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales, Prologue, The Yeoman, lines 104-7.
Artemis, Jules Joseph Lefebvre.
Happy archery Sunday. Diana on a rock with bow, arrows, quiver, and very little else. More posts about ARCHERY here.
