It would become me better than to close 221 In terms of friendship with thine enemies. 222 Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bayed, brave 223 hart, 224 Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand 225 Signed in thy spoil and crimsoned in thy Lethe. 226 O world, thou wast the forest to this hart, 227 And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee. 228 How like a deer strucken by many princes 229 Dost thou here lie!
