"Vos, modo venando, modo rus geniale colendo Ponitis in varia tempora longa mora. Aut fora vos retinent, aut unctæ dona palæstræ; Flectitis aut fræno colla sequaris equi. Nunc volucrem laqueo, nunc piscem ducitis hamo. Diluitur posito serior hora mero. His mihi submotæ, vel si minus acriter utar, Quod faciam, superest, præter amare, nihil. Quod superest, facio; teque, o mi sola voluptas, Plus quoque, quam reddi quod mihi possit, amo." Ovid. Ep. Hero Leandro. [222] Don Quixote affirmed, that no history ever made mention of any knight errant that was not a lover; for were any knight free from the impulses of that generous passion, he would not be allowed to be a lawful knight, but a misborn intruder, and one who was not admitted within the pale of knighthood at the door, but leaped the fence, and stole in like a thief and a robber. Vivaldo, who was talking with the Don, asserted in opposition to this opinion and statement, that Don Galaor, the brother of Amadis de Gaul, never had any mistress in particular to recommend himself to, and yet for all that he was not the less esteemed. Don Quixote, after borrowing one of Sancho's proverbs, that one swallow never makes a summer, replied that he knew Don Galaor was privately very much in love; and as for his paying his addresses wherever he met with beauty, this was an effect of his natural inclination, which he could not easily restrain. It was an undeniable truth, concluded the Don, that Galaor had a favourite lady whom he had crowned empress of his will; and to her he frequently recommended himself in private, for he did not a little value himself upon his discretion and secrecy in love. This defence of Galaor is very amusing, and Vivaldo submitted to it. But he ought to have adduced the opinions of that mad knight and merry talker of the Round Table, Sir Dynadan, who marvelled what could ail Sir Tristram and many others of his companions, that they were always sighing after women. "Why," said la belle Isaud, "are you a knight and no lover? you cannot be called a good knight, except you make a quarrel for a lady." "God defend me!" replied Dynadan, "for the joy of love is so short, and the sorrow thereof and what cometh thereof endureth so long." Morte d'Arthur, lib. i. c. 56. [223] Fairy Queen, book iv. canto 9. st. 21. [224] Gower's Confessio Amantis, book iv. p. 103, &c. [225] Froissart, vol. ii. c. 117 and 118.