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And then it occurred to hireat strip off the tail of his shirt which hung down, and

er than the rest, and this served hi which he repeated

countless ave-

another hermit there to confess him and receive consolation fro up and down the littleon the bark of the trees and on the fine sand a multitude of

verses all in harmony with his sadness, and some in praise of Dulcinea;

but, when he was found there afterwards, the only ones coible

that could be discovered were those that follow here:

Ye on the s all, trees, shrubs, and bushes,

Are ye aweary of the woe

That this poor aching bosom crushes?

If it disturb you, and I owe

Some reparation, it may be a

Defence for me to let you know

Don Quixote's tears are on the flow,

And all for distant Dulcinea

Del Toboso

The lealest lover ti these solitudes doth go,

A prey to every kind of anguish

Why Love should like a spiteful foe

Thus use hisheads full--this doth he know--

Don Quixote's tears are on the flow,

And all for distant Dulcinea