Was it through fear, or was she, while she stript This from her finger, shaken in her seat;
Or was it rather, that her palfrey tript, (For neither this nor that I surely weet)
Angelica, while 'twixt her lips she slipt The virtuous ring, and hid her visage sweet, Her stirrups lost; and, tumbling form the sell, Reversed upon the sand that lady fell.