And greater joyance yet I hope to see,
Of such a strain as ne’er
Was proven here below of love-desire.
At the end of the second day, the ditty following was sung by Pampinea:
What lady aye should sing, and if not I,
Who’m blest with all for which a maid can sigh.
Come then, O love, thou source of all my weal,
All hope and every issue glad and bright
Sing ye awhile yfere
Of sighs nor bitter pains I erst did feel,