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Don Belianis of Greece, to Don Quixote of the Mancha.
I
Tore, I hack'd, abolish'd, said and did
More than Knight-Errant else on Earth hath done:
I dext'rous, valiant, and so stout beside,
Have thousand Wrongs reveng'd, millions undone.
More than Knight-Errant else on Earth hath done:
I dext'rous, valiant, and so stout beside,
Have thousand Wrongs reveng'd, millions undone.
I have done Acts that my Fame eternize:
In Love, I courteous, and so peerless was,
Giants, as if but Dwarfs, I did despise;
And yet no Time of Love-plaints I let pass.
In Love, I courteous, and so peerless was,
Giants, as if but Dwarfs, I did despise;
And yet no Time of Love-plaints I let pass.
I have held Fortune prostratc at my Feet,
And by my Wit seiz'd on Occasion's top,
Whose wand'ring Steps I led where I thought meet;
And tho' beyond the Moor my soaring Hope
Did crown my Hap with all Felicity,
Yet, Great Quixote do I still envy thee.
And by my Wit seiz'd on Occasion's top,
Whose wand'ring Steps I led where I thought meet;
And tho' beyond the Moor my soaring Hope
Did crown my Hap with all Felicity,
Yet, Great Quixote do I still envy thee.
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The Knight of the Sun Alphebo, to Don Quixote.
MY Sword could not at all compare with thine,
Spanish Alphebo! full of Courtesie;
Nor thine Arm's Valour can be raatch'd by mine,
Tho' I was fear'd where Days both spring and die.
Spanish Alphebo! full of Courtesie;
Nor thine Arm's Valour can be raatch'd by mine,
Tho' I was fear'd where Days both spring and die.
Empires
