“So well I like this lady, from love I ne’er can free me.
Never will I leave her, and as her husband men erelong shall see me.”
[1666]
At last this knight and maiden each their troth did plight:
Both of them scarce waited till day should turn to night,
When, from others hidden, they should their bliss be owning.
Soon, ’mid knightly warriors, daughters of four rich kings were hallowed for the crowning.
