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3 Most curiously the bower was ,

of stone and timber strong,

An hundred and fifty doors

did to this tower belong,

And they so contrived,

with turnings ronndround [sic] ,

That none without a clue or thread

enter in or out.

Now for his love and lady's sake

who was faie and

The keeping of the bower he gave,

unto a valiant knight

But that doth often

where it before did smile.

The delight the lady's joy

full soon she did.

For why the king's ungracious son,

whom he did high ,

Against his father raised wars,

within the realms of france

But yet before our gracious king

the land.

Of Rosamond his lady fair,

His farewel' thus he took.

My Rosamond my lovely Rose,

who pleaeth best mine eye.

The fairest flower in all the world

to feed my phantasy.