Isabel makes the paynim take her head, Rather than he his wicked will should gain;
Who, having his unhappy error read, Seeks to appease his wounded spirit in vain.
He builds a bridge, and strips those thither led;
But falls from it with Roland the insane;
Who thence, of him regardless, endlong speeds, And by the road achieves prodigious deeds.
O feeble and unstable minds of men!
How quickly our intentions fluctuate!
All thoughts we lightly change, but mostly when These from some lover's quarrel take their date.
But now, so wroth I saw that Saracen With woman, so outrageous in his hate, I weened not only he would ill assuage, But never more would calm, his amorous rage.
