I am a Lords attendant, A soldiers loyal kin, To my master dear, Companion to my king. A queen on me sometimes, Nobly, swears an oath. I hold in my possession, The latch to a grave. My tongue is firm, Yet oft I, to the poet, A loan of words Give for his verse. Faultless is my form, And noble is my cause, Yet in the hands of some Deathly is my touch
nobly, attendant, faultless, swears, latch