Don Quixote, wise as brave, to thee I say⁠—

For peerless Dulcinea del Toboso

Her pristine form and beauty to regain,

’Tis needful that thy esquire Sancho shall,

On his own sturdy buttocks bared to heaven,

Three thousand and three hundred lashes lay,

And that they smart and sting and hurt him well.

Thus have the authors of her woe resolved.