| Thus did I keep my person fresh and new; | |
| My presence, like a robe pontifical, | |
| Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state, | |
| Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast | |
| And won by rareness such solemnity. | |
| The skipping king, he ambled up and down | |
| With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits, | |
| Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state, | |
| Mingled his royalty with capering fools, | |
| Had his great name profaned with their scorns | |
| And gave his countenance, against his name, | |
| To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push | |
| Of every beardless vain comparative, | |
| Grew a companion to the common streets, | |
| Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; | |
| That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, | |
| They surfeited with honey and began | |
| To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little | |
| More than a little is by much too much. | |
| So when he had occasion to be seen, | |