And there (two gems worth all that Cortez won)
He placed his angel niece and only son.
Sebastian sought the Moors! With loyal zeal
Rosalvo cased his youthful limbs in steel;
To die or conquer by his sovereign’s side
He came; and with him came his destined bride.
E’en now in Lisbon’s court for Irza’s hair
Virgins the myrtle’s nuptial crown prepare,
And Hymen waves his torch from Cintra’s towers,
Hails the dull bark, and chides the slow-winged hours.