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Most curiously the bower was ⟨built⟩,
of stone and timber strong,
An hundred and fifty doors
did to this tower belong,
And they so ⟨cunningly⟩ contrived,
with turnings ronnd ⟨about⟩,
That none without a clue or thread
⟨could⟩ enter in or out.
Now for his love and lady's sake
who was ⟨both⟩ faie and ⟨bright⟩
The keeping of the 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 ⟨engish⟩ land ⟨forsook⟩.
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.
