For the more he did look, still the more he did read,
And found that the fate this young child had decreed,
Who was born in that house that same hour and tide,
He found it was she that must be his sweet bride.
But judge how the knight was disturbed in mind,
When he in that book his own fortune did find;
He quickly rode home, but was sorely oppress'd;
From that very moment he could have no rest;
All night he did tumble and toss in his bed,
And very strange projects did run in his head;