The noble Pontiff was at once abased
By Aac, who deeply thus himself disgraced.
When Móo’s defenders lay around her slain,
Her freedom she no longer could retain;
Then captive she was led to meet her fate.
Within Aac’s breast now battled love and hate.
Yet dared he not that heinous sin commit,
Compel what woman’s heart would not permit.
He hoped she soon would plead to be set free,
And since all else was lost for her could she