"Whose former fellowship appears a stain;
And ever 'twill sit heavy at my heart, If I, uninjured, see the wretch again 'Scape, to the scandal of the warlike art.
'Twere better he from tower, a worthy pain, Were gibbeted, than suffered to depart:
Hung as a beacon for the coward's gaze.
Such were a princely deed, and worthy praise."