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1   III|   he had to guard his noble eild,~The first, far from his
2    IV| uncle governed in my tender eild;~For well he thought, if
3   VII|     Raymond from his tender eild,~That kept him then, and
4  VIII|  and staff of his declining eild,~Longed to be among these
5    IX|   bloody frays,~For all his eild, base fear yet never sank;~
6  XVII| eyes, not yet made dim with eild,~Sparkled his former worth
7  XVII|    graver age, as well that eild it fits,~Shall happy peace
8 XVIII|  upon his limbs with feeble eild~That shook, unwieldy with
9    XX|   fault and weakness of his eild,~Age is not fit to bear