This page needs to be proofread.
( xx )
Empires I scorn'd, and the vast Monarchy
Of th' Orient ruddy (offer'd me in vain)
I left, that I the Sovereign Face might see
Of my Aurora, fair Claridiane;
Of th' Orient ruddy (offer'd me in vain)
I left, that I the Sovereign Face might see
Of my Aurora, fair Claridiane;
Whom, as by Miracle I surely lov'd;
So, banish'd by Disgrace, even very Hell
Quak'd at mine Arm that did his Fury tame:
So, banish'd by Disgrace, even very Hell
Quak'd at mine Arm that did his Fury tame:
But thou, Illustrious Gothe, Quixote ! hast prov'd
Thy Valour for Dulcinea's fake so well,
As both on Earth have gain d Eternal Fame.
Thy Valour for Dulcinea's fake so well,
As both on Earth have gain d Eternal Fame.
An image should appear at this position in the text. To use the entire page scan as a placeholder, edit this page and replace "{{missing image}}" with "{{raw image|The History of the Valorous and Wity Knight-Errant, Don-Quixote of the Mancha.djvu/24}}". Otherwise, if you are able to provide the image then please do so. For guidance, see Wikisource:Image guidelines and Help:Adding images. |
Orlando Furioso, Peer of France, to Don Quixote of the Mancha.
Tho' thou art not a Peer, thou hast no peer,
Who might'st among ten thcusand Peers be one;
Nor shalt thou never any Peer have here,
Who, ever conquering, vanquish'd wast of none.
Who might'st among ten thcusand Peers be one;
Nor shalt thou never any Peer have here,
Who, ever conquering, vanquish'd wast of none.
Quixote, I'm Oriando! that Cast-away
For fair Angelica cross'd remotest Seas,
And did such Trophies on Fame's Altar lay,
As pass Oblivion's Reach many Degrees.
For fair Angelica cross'd remotest Seas,
And did such Trophies on Fame's Altar lay,
As pass Oblivion's Reach many Degrees.
Nor can T be thy Peer, for Peerlessness
Is to thy Prowess due, and great Renown,
Altho' I lost, as well as thou, my Wit;
Yet mine thou may'st be, if thy good Success
Make thee the proud Moor tame, a Schite that crown
Us Equals in Disgrace, and loving Fit.
Is to thy Prowess due, and great Renown,
Altho' I lost, as well as thou, my Wit;
Yet mine thou may'st be, if thy good Success
Make thee the proud Moor tame, a Schite that crown
Us Equals in Disgrace, and loving Fit.
Solis