When young Zerbino at his side surveyed The lady, who by him was held so dear;
The beauteous lady, whom false tongue had said Was drowned, so often wept with many a tear, As if ice at his heart-core had been laid, Waxed cold, and some deal shook the cavalier;
But the chill quickly past, and he, instead, Was flushed with amorous fire, from foot to head.
