Orlando Furioso
“Your hippogriff to Ethiopia,
Astolfo, fly, and somehow find the cure.
Drove mad by my love for Angelica.
My wits are lost, my love that she has spurned.
“That country, Eden’s mountain, find St. John,
a revelation for what you intend.
My reason to a magic bottle drawn.
Then aid Senapo, Paris he defends.
“A vehicle in Afrique’s continent,
All things lost on the earth, found on the moon.
To heaven drive Elijah’s chariot.
To Charlemagne, his service, very soon.”
T.H. Chalm 