“...A prince there was, long since in time it is. Of Church and State the power and wealth were his. The chase on horse one day to follow, bent; With pompous courtier-train afield he went. A handmaid58 fair was wand’ring near a grove. Her he espied, and straightway fell in love. His heart was snared; her form its cage, its stall. He lavished gold; and made her thus his thrall. But now, behold the wayward spite of fate! The maid fell sick, this prince’s joy to bate. An ass had Hodge; no saddle to the fore. A saddle bought; a wolf straight Jacky tore. A jug had Dick; the well, alas, was dry. The well then filled; the jug was broke hard by. Now leeches called the prince, from left, from right. “Two lives,” quoth he, “depend upon your might. My health is naught; she’s life of life to me. I’m sad at heart; my sov’reign balm is she. Who finds a remedy to save her life, Much gold, with jewels, his; and thanks more rife.” All promised marvels; each, to use his skill; To search the case; to ease the maiden’s ill...”Tanıtım Metni