I'll Look To Like; If

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

You Have But Mistook Me All The While... I Live By Bread Like You, Taste Grief, Feel Want, Need Friends. Conditioned Thus How Can You Call Me King?