[♦] Although they were flesh’d villains, bloody dogs,
[♦] Melting with tenderness and kind compassion
[♦] Wept like two children in their deaths’ sad stories.
[♦] ‘Lo, thus,’ quoth Dighton, ‘lay those tender babes:’
[10] ‘Thus, thus,’ quoth Forrest, ‘girdling one another
[♦] Within their innocent alabaster arms:
[♦] Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
[♦] Which in their summer beauty kiss’d each other.
[♦] A book of prayers on their pillow lay;
[15] Which once,’ quoth Forrest, ‘almost changed my mind;