106 THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. Alas ! that I forgot it !—Foolishly, I longed for homo and hearth, for sweet repose, And won it, but 'twas like a churchyard's rest. My llippogriff, by Hymen's bridle curbed, Soon drooped his care like a prosaic ass. I, •wretched man, tho lyro laid by, must now Tho distaff take, must how mo my own wood. "With worry and plague, instead of blissful joy, At evening must I cower behind tho hearth, And, for the nightingale's sweet choral song, Must hearken to the chntter of old wives. But, by good fortune camo a Knight our way, And stole my spouse and all my worldly pelf, And I was from my fetters frco once more; For property and women aro tho chains Which drag us down from Helicon to dwell 'Mid earthly fustian.—I to Cadiz strolled, And so took ship, with maravedis few, But with a heart divinely rich, to sail For Palestine, and carol there my hymn To the Redeemer. MOLAY. Try, meanwhile, our house ; Hero too, you will find the heavens—and a heart. TROUBADOUR. I thank thee ; and, if heard my wish, with favour Tho gods shall smile on thee, nor ever waver ; Earth-discords, changed to silvery strains, depart From him who loves the minstrel and his art. [Exit c MOLAY (to the OTHER PRISONER). And who art thou ? SECOND PRISONER. A cobbler I from Windsor. I could not bear that Parliament abridged The privileges of my craft. So I A hole punched in an Aldermanic head ;