LXXXVII + 

“A Poet, mounted on the Court-Clown’s back, + 

Rode to the Princess swift with spurring heels, + 

And close into her face, with rhyming clack, + 

Began a Prothalamion;⁠—she reels, + 

She falls, she faints!⁠—while laughter peals + 

Over her woman’s weakness. ‘Where!’ cried I, + 

‘Where is his Majesty?’ No person feels + 

Inclined to answer; wherefore instantly + 

I plunged into the crowd to find him or to die. + 