The king of Argier (for the dusky air Of night began upon the world to close)
Here listened to a village-landlord's prayer, That in his inn besought him to repose.
-- His courser stalled -- the board with plenteous fare Is heaped, and Corsic wine and Grecian flows;
For, in all else a Moor, the Sarzan drank Of the forbidden vintage like a Frank.
