For how encourage what was not in view,
Or how repel what strove not to pursue?
What books inspired, or glowing fancy wrought;
What dreams suggested, or reflection taught;
Whate’er of love was to the mind convey’d—
Was all directed to his darling maid.
He saw his damsel with a lover’s eyes,
As pliant fancy wove the fair disguise;
A Quixote he, who in his nymph could trace 110
The high-born beauty, changed and—out of place,