Yet oft Bellama would call in her rays,
To view the silver purls and crystal ways.
Into this garden once Albino got;
1030Yet ah! but once, and met his sovereign fair,
Hoping their hearts should tie the Gordian knot
He fanned her beauty with such courting air.
For, though he was a monk, love did instruct him,
And to Love's palace Fortune did conduct him.
He oftentimes with trembling thumb would press
Her dancing vein, way to her heart to find,