“ . . . An old bard, who wrote a short elegy on the death of the governor of — and his dame, and who says that he himself was fading with longing on their account.”

—Borrow MS.

Longing for them doth fade my cheek;
He was a man, and she was meek;
A lion was he, she full of glee;
He handsome was, she fair to see.
A wondrous concord here was view’d;
He was wise, and she was good;
He liberal was, she kind of mood;
To heaven he went, she him pursued.