"Entering the tower, he finds her harboured there

  Whereof I spake, so dear in Clodion's eyes;

  Whom SHE had equalled with the loveliest fair,

  Nature, so niggard of such courtesies.

  With her Sir Tristram talks, while fell despair

  Aye racks the houseless prince in horrid wise.

  Who prays the conquering knight, with suppliant cry,

  Not to his arms the damsel to deny.