Another love assails Bireno's breast, Who leaves one night Olympia on the shore.
To Logistilla's holy realm addressed, Rogero goes, nor heeds Alcina more:
Him, of that flying courser repossest, The hippogryph on airy voyage bore:
Whence he the good Rinaldo's levy sees, And next Angelica beholds and frees.
Of all the loves, of all fidelity Yet proved, of all the constant hearts and true, Of all the lovers, in felicity Or sorrow faithful found, a famous crew, To Olympia I would give the first degree Rather than second: if this be not due, I well may say that hers no tale is told Of truer love, in present times or old.
