II.
Sweet kerchief, check'd with heavenly blue,
Which once my love sat knotting in!—
Alas! Matilda then was true!—
At least I thought so at the U—
—niversity of Gottingen—
—niversity of Gottingen.
[At the repetition of this line, Rogero clanks his chains in cadence.
III.
Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift you flew,