Two coursers, that abreast have thither made, Or else, encountering, on that causeway meet:
Nor any where was ledge or barricade, To stay the horses's fall, who lost his feet.
He wills that bridge's toll be dearly paid By Christian or by Moor, who pass his seat;
For with a thousand trophies, arms, and vest, That damsel's tomb is destined to be drest.
