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 Most curiously that bower was built,

Of stone and timber strong,

An hundred and fifty doors,

did to this bower belong.

And they so cunningly contriv'd,

with turnings round about,

That none without a clue of thread,

could enter in or out.

Now for his love and lady's sake,

who was both fair and bright,

The keeping of this bower he gave

unto a valiant Knight

But fortune that doth often frown,

where it before did smile,

The King's delight, the lady's joy,

full soon she did beguile.

For why, the King's ungracious son,

whom he did high advance,

Against his father raised wars,

within the realms of France.

But yet before our gracious King,

the English land forsook,

Of Rosamond, his fair lady,

his farewell thus he took.

My Rosamond, my only Rose,

who pleaseth best mine eye,

The fairest flower in all the world

to feed my phantasy.