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 {{ppoem|start=follow|end=follow|All wild to found an University For maidens, on the spur she fled; and more We know not,—have not been; they see no men, Not ev'n her brother Arac, nor the twins Her brethren, tho' they love her, look upon her As on a kind of paragon; and I (Pardon me saying it) were much loth to breed Dispute betwixt myself and mine; but since {And I confess with right) you think me bound In some sort, I can give you letters to her; And yet, to speak the truth, I rate your chance Almost at naked nothing.'

{{gap|12em}}Thus the king; And I, tho' nettled that he seem'd to slur With garrulous case and oily courtesies Our formal compact, yet not less all frets But chafing me on fire to find my bride, Set out once more with those two gallant boys; Then pushing onward under sun and stars}}