For maid, for whom not one of all the crowd,
As she were death, would pleasure’s gates unbar.
And then before court spiritual he vowed 61
Et coram patre—marriage-pledge to her,
And day by day more fervent love he showed.
Of her first spouse bereaved, a thousand were, 64
And more, the years she lived, despised, obscure,
And, till he came, none did his suit prefer.
Nought it availed that she was found secure 67
With that Amyclas when the voice was heard