3460And when his eyes had healthed his wealthy flocks,
Trudged to his cote, walled in with sturdy rocks.
Albin', encount'ring her, says, 'Lovely maid,
Was 't your small voice that did Albino call?'
''Twas I, poor I', the fainting virgin said,
'Why was I forced from Rhadamanthus' hall?'
'Who was 't, quoth he, 'that, with commanding air,
Snatch'd me forth' arms of Proserpina fair?'
'It was a courteous monk,' quoth she, 'whom I
Humbly entreated to deliver thee.'