On the Tomb of don Quixote
The scatterbrain that gave La Mancha more
Rich spoils than Jason’s;526 who a point so keen
Had to his wit, and happier far had been
If his wit’s weathercock a blunter bore;
The arm renowned far as Gaeta’s shore,
Cathay, and all the lands that lie between;
The muse discreet and terrible in mien
As ever wrote on brass in days of yore;
He who surpassed the Amadises all,
And who as naught the Galaors accounted,
Supported by his love and gallantry:
Who made the Belianises sing small,
And sought renown on Rocinante mounted;
Here, underneath this cold stone, does he lie.
Paniaguado, Academician of Argamasilla,
In Laudem Dulcineæ del Doboso527
She, whose full features may be here descried,
High-bosomed, with a bearing of disdain,
Is Dulcinea, she for whom in vain
The great don Quixote de La Mancha sighed.
For her, Toboso’s queen, from side to side
He traversed the grim sierra, the champaign
Of Aranjuez,528 and Montiel’s famous plain:
On Rocinante oft a weary ride.
Malignant planets, cruel destiny,
Pursued them both, the fair Manchegan dame,
And the unconquered star of chivalry.
Nor youth nor beauty saved her from the claim
Of death; he paid love’s bitter penalty,
And left the marble to preserve his name.
Caprichoso, a Most Clever Academician
of Argamasilla, in Praise of Rocinante,
Steed of don Quixote de La Mancha
On that proud throne of diamantine sheen,
Which the blood-reeking feet of Mars degrade,
The mad Manchegan’s banner now hath been
By him in all its bravery displayed.
There hath he hung his arms and trenchant blade
Wherewith, achieving deeds till now unseen,
He slays, lays low, cleaves, hews; but art has made
A novel style for our new paladin.
If Amadís be the proud boast of Gaula,
If by his progeny the fame of Greece
Through all the regions of the earth be spread,
Great Quixote crowned in grim Bellona’s530 hall
Today exalts La Mancha over these,
And above Greece or Gaula she holds her head.
Nor ends his glory here, for his good steed
Does Brillador and Bayardo531 far exceed;
As mettled steeds compared with Rocinante,
The reputation they have won is scanty.
Jokester, Academician of Argamasilla,
On Sancho Panza
The worthy Sancho Panza here you see;
A great soul once was in that body small,
Nor was there squire upon this earthly ball
So plain and simple, or of guile so free.
Within an ace of being count was he,
And would have been but for the spite and gall
Of this vile age, mean and illiberal,
That cannot even let a donkey be.
For mounted on an ass (excuse the word),
By Rocinante’s side this gentle squire
Was wont his wandering master to attend.
Delusive hopes that lure the common herd
With promises of ease, the heart’s desire,
In shadows, dreams, and smoke you always end.
Cachidiablo, Academician of Argamasilla,
The knight lies here below,
Ill-errant and bruised sore,
Whom Rocinante bore
In his wanderings to and fro.
By the side of the knight is laid
Stolid man Sancho too,
Than whom a squire more true
Was not in the esquire trade.
Tiquitoc, Academician of Argamasilla,
On the Tomb of Dulcinea del Toboso
Here Dulcinea lies.
Plump was she and robust:
Now she is ashes and dust:
The end of all flesh that dies.
A lady of high degree,
With the port of a lofty dame,
And the great don Quixote’s flame,
And the pride of her village was she.
These were all the verses that could be read; the rest, the handwriting being worm-eaten, were handed over to one of the academicians to
conjecture their meaning. The news is that at the cost of
many sleepless nights and much exertion he has
succeeded, and that he intends to bring
them to light, in expectation of
don Quixote’s third