Envy they say excites me, thus to gain Companions of my misery and wo.

That fellowship in pain divides not smart, Nor lightens aught each mans peculiar load.

Most men admireVirtue who follow not her lore.

And the great Thisbite who on fiery wheelsRode up to Heaven, yet once again to come.

My heart hath been a store-house long of thingsAnd sayings laid up, portending strange events.

Skilled to retire, and in retiring drawHearts after them tangled in amorous nets.

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak mindsLed captive.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

For therein stands the office of a King,His Honour, Vertue, Merit and chief Praise,That for the Publick all this weight he bears.Yet he who reigns within himself, and rulesPassions, Desires, and Fears, is more a King;

For what is glory but the blaze of fame,