Your fate will always prove;
Since death or ruin none escape,
Who trust their dangerous love.”
“O uncle, uncle, words like these
A true heart never hears;
For I would rather die to please
Than live and not be theirs.”[189]
The next is also a fragment, and relates, with great simplicity, an incident which belongs to the state of society that existed in Spain between the thirteenth and sixteenth centuries, when the two races were much mingled together and always in conflict.
I was the Moorish maid, Morayma,
I was that maiden dark and fair,—