If from her side for other cause had gone, Against that lady's will, the youthful lord;
Though in the hope more treasure to have won Than swelled rich Croesus' or rich Crassus' hoard, I too should deem the dart, by Cupid thrown, Had not the heart-core of Rogero gored.
For such a sovereign joy, a prize so high No silver and no gold could ever buy.
