From The King To The

Great Men, Till They Have Gained Their Ends, Are Giants In Their Promises, But, Those Obtained, Weak Pigmies In Their Performance. And It Is A Maxim Allowed Among Them, So They May Deceive, They May Swear Anything; For The Queen Of Love, As They Hold Constantly, Does Never Punish, But Smile, At Lovers' Perjuries.

The Good Needs Fear No Law, It Is His Safety And The Bad Man's Awe.

From The King To The Beggar, By Gradation, All Are Servants; And You Must Grant, The Slavery Is Less To Study To Please One, Than Many.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.

What Pity 'tis, One That Can Speak So Well, Should In His Actions Be So Ill!