To-me-ward,—for thou seest that in the fire,
Loving, I languish and for torment waste
By inches at her feet,—
And eke in season meet
Commend me to her favor on such wise
As I would plead for thee, should need arise.
A similar song, from the maiden’s viewpoint, appears at the close of the last story on the sixth day:
Then Pamfilo having, at his commandment, set up a dance, the king turned to Elisa and said courteously to her, “Fair damsel, thou hast today done me the honor of the crown and I purpose this evening to do thee that of the song; wherefore look thou sing such an one as most liketh thee.” Elisa answered, smiling, that she would well and with dulcet voice began on this wise:
Love, from thy clutches could I but win free,
Hardly, methinks, again