Although the duke was enemy to him,
Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
And for myself, foe as he was to me,
60 Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
[♦] Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
And all to have the noble duke alive.
65 What know I how the world may deem of me?
For it is known we were but hollow friends: