love. So the child and the other young damsels began to sing.
Leonor, sweet Rose, all other flowers excelling,
For thee I feel strange thoughts in me rebelling.
I lost my liberty when I did gaze
Upon those lights which set me in a maze,
And of one free am now become a thrall,
Put to such pain thou serv'st thy friends withal;
And yet do I esteem this pain a pleasure,
Endured for thee whom I love out of measure.
Leonor, sweet Rose, all other flowers excelling,