Thefair was charmed, and with him quite content;
          You do not look, said she, like one who meant
          Saint James of Compostella soon to see,
          Though, doubtless, oft to saints you bend the knee.

          Toentertain the smiling beauteous dame,
          The dog, by various tricks, confirmed his flame,
          To please the maid and mistress he’d in view: 
          Too much for these of course he could not do;
          Though, for the husband, he would never move,
          The little fav’rite sought again to prove
          His wond’rous worth, and scattered o’er the ground,
          With sudden shake, among the servants round,
          Nice pearls, which they on strings arranged with care;
          And these the pilgrim offered to the fair: 
          Gallantly fastened them around her arms,
          Admired their whiteness and extolled her charms: 
          So well he managed, ’twas at length agreed,
          In what his heart desired he should succeed;
          The dog was bought:  the belle bestowed a kiss,
          As earnest of the promised future bliss.

          Thenight arrived, when Atis fondly pressed,
          Within his arms, the lady thus caressed;
          Himself he suddenly became again,
          On which she scarcely could her joy contain:—­
          Th’ ambassador she more respect should show,
          Than favours on a pilgrim to bestow.

          Thefair and spark so much admired the night;
          That others followed equal in delight;
          Each felt the same, for where’s the perfect shade;
          That can conceal when joys like these pervade? 
          Expression strongly marks the youthful face,
          And all that are not blind the truth can trace. 
          Some months had passed, when Anselm was dismissed;
          Of gifts and pardons, long appeared his list;
          A load of honours from the Pope he got:—­
          The Church will these most lib’rally allot.

          Fromhis vicegerent quickly he received
          A good account, and friends his fears relieved;
          The servants never dropt a single word
          Of what had passed, but all to please concurred.

          Thejudge, both maid and servants, questioned much;
          But not a hint he got, their care was such. 
          Yet, as it often happens ’mong the fair,
          The devil entered on a sudden there;
          Such quarrels ’tween the maid and mistress rose,
          The former vowed she would the tale disclose. 
          Revenge induced her ev’ry thing to tell,
          Though she were implicated with the belle.

          Sogreat the husband’s rage, no words can speak: 
          His fury somewhere he of course would wreak;
          But, since to paint it clearly would be vain—­
          You’ll by the sequel judge his poignant pain.