the iſland Naxos in the Archipelago. Though I was no ſwimmer, my guardian angel bore me up by the hair of the head, and I reached the ſhore, where the natives received me kindly, and took care of me till I was diſburthened of the ſalt-water I had ſwallowed. I then repaired to Quiſa, where Zeno, a deſcendant of Marcus Sanuto, to whom the Emperor Henry of Swabia had granted the Cyclades, held his court; here in the character of an Italian knight I found a good reception.
‘Here I ſaw the ſlender Zoe, his wife, a lady formed according to the niceſt meaſures of Grecian proportion, and whom Apelles would have choſen as a model for the goddeſs of love. The ſight of Zoe kindled a flame in my breaſt, which overpowered all other thoughts and deſires. I forgot my vow of going a cruſader into the Holy Land, and all my thoughts and actions had no other tendency than how to make my paſſion‘known
