"For the mere thought produced such misery, It seemed from her was ravished her heart's core.
-- `Alas! my love (Jocundo cried) let be Thy sorrows' -- weeping with her evermore-- `So may this journey prosper! as to thee Will I return ere yet two months are o'er;
Nor by a day o'erpass the term prescribed, Though me the king with half his kingdom bribed.'
