Of this our present tale's a proof direct,
And none that feel—its truths will e'er suspect:
THE am'rous muleteer his thoughts employed;
Consid'ring how his wish might be enjoyed.
Without success to certainty were brought,
Life seemed to him not worth a slender thought;
To hazard ev'ry thing; to live or die!
Possession have!—or in the grave to lie!
THE Lombard custom was, that when the king,
Who slept not with his queen, (a common thing