"And ever will be while this life I bear;
Which, albeit 'tis with yours sore laden, still Daily for you is risked with them that are The best of France; and -- be he who he will-- There is not mortal living, who will dare To say Sobrino's deeds were ever ill:
Yea, many who vaunt more, amid your host, Have not so much, nay lighter, cause for boast.