“Fairest Jane, all Janes excelling,
As my wish exceeds my skill,
Tears within your eyes are swelling,
I perceive you love me still!”
Sir Gabriel stopped by the window and frowned; he was impatient at being kept waiting, even by His Majesty.
The singer paused, and seemed to fidget with the strings of his instrument that he played but moderately well.
“Sweetness best becomes your beauty,
Would you chide when we must part?
To the King belongs my duty