The am’rous fly burnt in his flame. 30
This to the Knight could be no news,
With all mankind so much in use;
Who therefore took the wiser course,
To make the most of his amours,
Resolv’d to try all sorts of ways, 35
As follows in due time and place

No sooner was the bloody fight,
Between the Wizard, and the Knight,
With all th’ appurtenances, over,
But he relaps’d again t’ a lover; 40
As he was always wont to do,
When h’ had discomfited a foe
And us’d the only antique philters,
Deriv’d from old heroic tilters. 
But now triumphant, and victorious, 45
He held th’ atchievement was too glorious
For such a conqueror to meddle
With petty constable or beadle,
Or fly for refuge to the Hostess
Of th’ Inns of Court and Chancery, Justice,
Who might, perhaps reduce his cause 50
To th’ ordeal trial of the laws,
Where none escape, but such as branded
With red-hot irons have past bare-handed;
And, if they cannot read one verse
I’ th’ Psalms, must sing it, and that’s worse. 55
He therefore judging it below him,
To tempt a shame the Devil might owe him,
Resolv’d to leave the Squire for bail
And mainprize for him to the gaol,
To answer, with his vessel, all, 60
That might disastrously befall;
And thought it now the fittest juncture
To give the Lady a rencounter,
T’ acquaint her ’with his expedition, 65
And conquest o’er the fierce Magician;
Describe the manner of the fray,
And show the spoils he brought away,
His bloody scourging aggravate,
The number of his blows, and weight, 70
All which might probably succeed,
And gain belief h’ had done the deed,
Which he resolv’d t’ enforce, and spare
No pawning of his soul to swear,
But, rather than produce his back, 75
To set his conscience on the rack,
And in pursuance of his urging
Of articles perform’d and scourging,
And all things else, his part,
Demand deliv’ry of her heart, 80
Her goods, and chattels, and good graces,
And person up to his embraces. 
Thought he, the ancient errant knights
Won all their ladies hearts in fights;
And cut whole giants into fritters, 85
To put them into amorous twitters
Whose stubborn bowels scorn’d to yield
Until their gallants were half kill’d
But when their bones were drub’d so sore
They durst not woo one combat more, 90
The ladies hearts began to melt,
Subdu’d by blows their lovers felt. 
So Spanish heroes, with their lances,
At once wound bulls and ladies’ fancies;
And he acquires the noblest spouse 95
That widows greatest herds of cows: 
Then what may I expect to do,
Wh’ have quell’d so vast a buffalo?