Page:The Lady Poverty - a XIII. century allegory (IA ladypovertyxiiic00giovrich).pdf/255

 The hill, was born into this world a sun, Bright as this orb doth oft o'er Ganges shine. Whence, naming this spot, let not any one     52 Call it Ascesi—that were tame in sense— As Orient doth its proper title run. Such was his rise, nor was he far from thence,     55 When he began to make the wide earth share Some comfort from his glorious excellence; For he, a youth, his father's wrath did dare     58 For maid, for whom not one of all the crowd, As she were death, would pleasure's gates unbar.