"And thou, immortal Queen,
Blot out the past, that thus his friends may know
Joy, shame his foes--nay, rather, let no foe
By us be seen!
"And may he have the will
To me his sister some regard to show,
To assuage the pain he brought, whose cruel blow
My soul did kill,
"Yea, mine, for that ill name
Whose biting edge, to shun the festal throng