The Mesnevi

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  ...A prince there was, long since in time it is.
  Of Church and State the power and wealth were his.
  The chase on horse one day to follow, bent;
  With pompous courtier-train afield he went.
  A handmaid58 fair was wand'ring near a grove.
  Her he espied, and straightway fell in love.
  His heart was snared; her form its cage, its stall.
  He lavished gold; and made her thus his thrall.
  But now, behold the wayward spite of fate!
  The maid fell sick, this prince's joy to bate.
  An ass had Hodge; no saddle to the fore.
  A saddle bought; a wolf straight Jacky tore.
  A jug had Dick; the well, alas, was dry.
  The well then filled; the jug was broke hard by.
  Now leeches called the prince, from left, from right.
  Two lives, quoth he, depend upon your might.
  My health is naught; she's life of life to me.
  I'm sad at heart; my sov'reign balm is she.
  Who finds a remedy to save her life,
  Much gold, with jewels, his; and thanks more rife.
  All promised marvels; each, to use his skill;
  To search the case; to ease the maiden's ill...