(Rebecca’s eye her sovereign pleasure told) -
“I think you may, but guarded from the cold,
Ride forty minutes.” - Free and happy soul,
He scorn’d submission, and a man’s control;
But where such friends in every care unite
All for his good, obedience is delight.
Now Gwyn a sultan bade affairs adieu,
Led and assisted by the faithful two;
The favourite fair, Rebecca, near him sat,
And whisper’d whom to love, assist, or hate;