And paynd himselfe with busie care to reare
Her out of carelesse swowne. Her eyelids blew
And dimmed sight with pale and deadly hew
At last she up gan lift: with trembling cheare
Her up he tooke, too simple and too trew,
And oft her kist. At length all passed feare,[°]
He set her on her steede, and forward forth did beare.
CANTO III
Forsaken Truth long seekes her love,
and makes the Lyon mylde,