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And then it occurred to him how he might make one, and that was by tearing a great strip off the tail of his shirt which hung down, and making eleven knots on it, one bigger than the rest, and this served him for a rosary all the time he was there, during which he repeated countless ave-marias. But what distressed him greatly was not having another hermit there to confess him and receive consolation from; and so he solaced himself with pacing up and down the little meadow, and writing and carving on the bark of the trees and on the fine sand a multitude of verses all in harmony with his sadness, and some in praise of Dulcinea; but, when he was found there afterwards, the only ones completely legible that could be discovered were those that follow here:

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Ye on the mountain side that grow,

Ye green things all, trees, shrubs, and bushes,

Are ye aweary of the woe

That this poor aching bosom crushes?

If it disturb you, and I owe

Some reparation, it may be a

Defence for me to let you know