CXLVII.

His Highness was a man of solemn port, Shawled to the nose, and bearded to the eyes, Snatched from a prison to preside at court, His lately bowstrung brother caused his rise; He was as good a sovereign of the sort As any mentioned in the histories Of Cantemir, or Knōllěs, where few shine[fu] Save Solyman, the glory of their line.[313]