And prove at last our grave; relieve my woe;
          At once to Alexandria, Hispal go;
          Alive pronounced, you presently will see,
          What worthy people think of you and me;
          Conceal our residence, declare you came,
          My journey to prepare, (your certain aim,)
          And see that I’ve a num’rous escort sent,
          To guard me from a similar event. 
          By it, believe me, you shall nothing lose;
          And this is what I willingly would choose;
          For, be I single, or in Hymen’s band,
          I’d have you follow me by sea and land,
          And be assured, should favour I withdraw,
          That I’ve observed in you some glaring flaw.

          Wereher intentions fully as expressed,
          Or contrary to what her lips confessed,
          No matter which her view, ’twas very plain,
          If she would Hispal’s services retain,
          ’Twere right the youth with promises to feed,
          While his assistance she so much must need: 
          As soon as he was ready to depart
          She pressed him fondly to her glowing heart,
          And charged him with a letter to the king;
          This Hispal hastened to the prince to bring;
          Each sail he crowded:—­plied with ev’ry oar;
          A wind quite fair soon brought him to shore;
          To court he went, where all with eager eyes,
          Demanded if he lived, amid surprise,
          And where he left the princess; what her state? 
          These questions answered, Hispal, quite elate,
          Procured the escort, which, without delay,
          Though leaving him behind, was sent away: 
          No dark mistrust retained the noble youth;
          But Zarus wished it:  such appeared the truth.

          Byone of early years the troop was led,
          A handsome lad, and elegantly bred. 
          He landed with his party near the park. 
          And these in two divided ere ’twas dark.

          Onehalf he left a guard upon the shore,
          And with the other hastened to the door,
          Where dwelled the belle, who daily fairer grew: 
          Our chief was smitten instantly at view;
          And, fearing opportunity again,
          Like this, perhaps, he never might obtain,
          Avowed at once his passion to the fair;
          At which she frowned, and told him, with an air;
          To recollect his duty, and her rank:—­
          With equals only, he should be so frank.

          Onthese occasions, prudent ’tis to show
          Your disappointment by a face of woe;
          Seem ev’ry way the picture of despair:—­
          This countenance our knight appeared to wear;
          To starve himself he vowed was his design;