The shepherd dwelt, between two mountains hoar, In goodly cabin, in the greenwood shade, With wife and children; and, short time before, The brent-new shed had builded in the glade.
Here of his griesly wound the youthful Moor Was briefly healed by the Catayan maid;
But who in briefer space, a sorer smart Than young Medoro's, suffered at her heart.
