Which if agayne to rue the losse of such a frend,
In sight with playnts, of teares the fountaynes out might flow:
So all lamenting muses would mee waylings lend,
The dolours of my heart in sight agayne to show:
I would deplore his death, and England’s cause of woe,
With such sad mourning tunes, and such sobs, sighes, and teares,
As were not seene for one, this ten times twenty yeares.
43.
For why this noble prince, when wee had needed moste
To set the states of Fraunce and England in a stay,