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FROM EL DONOSO, THE MOTLEY POET,

On Sancho Panza and Rocinante

ON SANCHO

I am the esquire Sancho Pan—

Who served Don Quixote of La Man—;

But from his service I retreat-,

Resolved to pass my life discreet-;

For Villadiego, called the Si—,

Maintained that only in reti—

Was found the secret of well-be—,

According to the "Celesti—:"

A book divine, except for sin—

By speech too plain, in my opin—

ON ROCINANTE

I am that Rocinante fa—,

Great-grandson of great Babie—,

Who, all for being lean and bon—,

Had one Don Quixote for an own—;

But if I matched him well in weak—,

I never took short commons meek—,

But kept myself in corn by steal—,

A trick I learned from Lazaril—,

When with a piece of straw so neat—

The blind man of his wine he cheat—.

ORLANDO FURIOSO

To Don Quixote of La Mancha

SONNET

If thou art not a Peer, peer thou hast none;

Among a thousand Peers thou art a peer;

Nor is there room for one when thou art near,

Unvanquished victor, great unconquered one!

Orlando, by Angelica undone,

Am I; o'er distant seas condemned to steer,

And to Fame's altars as an offering bear

Valour respected by Oblivion.

I cannot be thy rival, for thy fame

And prowess rise above all rivalry,

Albeit both bereft of wits we go.

But, though the Scythian or the Moor to tame

Was not thy lot, still thou dost rival me:

Love binds us in a fellowship of woe.