Lure me into their arms again with spells,
That veil the infinite in warm desires,
Cloaks and dissimulations of her aim.
“‘So have I fed on dreams this month or more.
But a new motive quickens in my mind,
And all my old ambitions are astir;
Fredegonde day and night may toil and spin,
I am the fresher for that I have slept
If Gondovald may threaten her from Metz
With armies of my followers and friends,