Your beauty, lady fair,
None views without delight;
But still so cold an air
No passion can excite:
Yet this I patient see,
While all are shun'd like me.
No nymph my heart can wound
If favour she divide,
And smiles on all around
Unwilling to decide:
I'd rather hatred bear
Than love with others share.
Ur Percys "Reliques of ancient Poetry."
[52] Lingard, pg. 484.
[53] Anfördt af Turner, pg. 360.
[54] Lingard, Pg. 492. ff.
[55] Thierry, vol. IV, pg. 115. ff.
[56] Camden, Remains; anf. af Turner, pg. 361.
[57] Turner, pg. 360, 361.
[58] Villemain, a. a. vol. I. pg. 251.