Evertoknighthood'slawsgaveIgoodheed.
MymasterytheFickleGoddessowned,
AndevenChance, submittingtocontrol,
Graspedbytheforelock, yieldedtomywill.
Yet—thoughaboveyonhornedmoonenthroned
Myfortuneseemstosit—greatQuixote, still
Envyofthyachievementsfillsmysoul.
ToDulcineadelToboso
Oh, fairestDulcinea, coulditbe!
Itwereapleasantfancytosupposeso—
CouldMirafloreschangetoElToboso,
AndLondon'stowntothatwhichsheltersthee!
Oh, couldminebutacquirethatlivery
Ofcountlesscharmsthymindandbodyshowso!
Orhim, nowfamousgrown—thoumad'sthimgrowso—
Thyknight, insomedreadcombatcouldIsee!
Oh, couldIbereleasedfromAmadis
Byexerciseofsuchcoychastity
AsledtheegentleQuixotetodismiss!
Thenwouldmyheavysorrowturntojoy;
NonewouldIenvy, allwouldenvyme,
Andhappinessbeminewithoutalloy.
ToSanchoPanza, squireofDonQuixote
Allhail, illustriousman! Fortune, whenshe
Boundtheeapprenticetotheesquiretrade,
Hercareandtendernessoftheedisplayed,
Shapingthycoursefrommisadventurefree.
Nolongernowdothproudknight-errantry
Regardwithscornthesickleandthespade;
Oftoweringarrogancelesscountismade
Thanofplainesquire-likesimplicity.
IenvytheethyDapple, andthyname,
Andthosealforjasthouwastwonttostuff
Withcomfortsthatthyprovidenceproclaim.
ExcellentSancho! hailtotheeagain!
TotheealonetheOvidofourSpain
Doeshomagewiththerustickissandcuff.
OnSanchoPanzaandRocinante
ONSANCHO
IamtheesquireSanchoPan—
