Lodovico Ariosto,
Orlando Furioso
“ Such is his fear, he kens not as he flies, How is own covert mischief to eschew: He runs into the net, which closing round, Hampers the wretch, and drags him to the ground. LV Astolpho, who beholds his bulky prey Fall bodily, drives thither at full speed, Secure himself, and, bent — to make him pay The price of slaughtered thousands — quits his steed. Yet after, deems a helpless wight to slay No valour were, but rather foul misdeed: For him, arms, neck, and feet, so closely tied, He could not shake himself, the warrior spied. ”
