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THE PRINCESS;
Or, maybe, I myself, my bride once seen,Whate'er my grief to find her less than fame,May rue the bargain made.' And Florian said:'I have a sister at the foreign court,Who moves about the Princess; she, you know,Who wedded with a nobleman from thence:He, dying lately, left her, as I hear,The lady of three castles in that land.Thro' her this matter might be sifted clean.'Then whisper'd Cyril: 'Take me with you too.Trust me, I'll serve you better in a strait;I grate on rusty hinges here;' but 'No!'Replied the king, 'you shall not; I myselfWill crush these pretty maiden fancies deadIn iron gauntlets: break the council up.'
 But when the council broke, I rose and pastThro' the wild woods that hung about the town;Found a still place, and pluck'd her likeness out;Laid it on flowers, and watch'd it lying bathed
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