Edward the Second

Thy worth, sweet friend, is far above my gifts:
Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart

And, since I went from hence, no soul in hell
Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston.

It shall suffice me to enjoy your love;
Which whiles I have, I think myself as great
As Cæsar riding in the Roman street,
With captive kings at his triumphant car