'In what state was I then, when I took this deadly disease? Ease. And what manner of mind which had to that humour a vain? Vain. Hath not reason enough vehemence to desire to reprove? Prove. Oft prove I but what salve when reason seeks to begone? One. Oh! what is it? what is it that may be a salve to my love? Love. What do lovers seek for long seeking for to enjoy? Joy. What be the joys for which to enjoy they went to the pains? Pains. Then to an earnest love what doth best victory end? End.' These lines are from Sir Philip Sidney's _Arcadia_, which, of course, was not in the Knight's library. We are told in advance that they are hexameters. How delightfully they scan:-- - ˘ ˘ | - - | - - | - - | - ˘ ˘ | - 'What do lov | ers seek | for long | seeking | for to en | joy? - Joy.' On the next page a shepherdess 'threw down the burden of her mind in Anacreon's kind of verses.' And 'Basilius, when she had fully ended her song, fell prostrate upon the ground and thanked the gods they had preserved his life so long as to hear the very music they themselves had used in an earthly body.' Presently follows a copy of 'Phaleuciaks,' and then Dorus 'had long he thought kept silence from saying something which might tend to the glory of her, in whom all glory to his seeming was included, but now he broke it, singing those verses called Asclepiadiks.' And they thought the night had passed quickly. [Illustration: SIR PHILIP SIDNEY] [An apology to Sidney.]