265 I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
[266] For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
[267] I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
270 What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
[273] O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,