"As in a dream, Jocundo stood, beside Himself, awhile of sober sense bereaved;
Nor, but when of the matter certified, And sure it was no dream, his sight believed.
-- `A scorned and crooked monster,' (then he cried,)
`Is, as her conqueror, by a dame received, Wife of the comeliest, of the curtiest wight, And greatest monarch; Oh! what appetite!'
