[♦] Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
[♦] O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
More than my body’s parting with my soul!
[5] My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
[♦] And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.
Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,
[♦] The common people swarm like summer flies;
[♦] And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
[10] And who shines now but Henry’s enemies?
O Phœbus, hadst thou never given consent