An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse Can Buy; But Not Expressed In Fancy - Rich, Not Gaudy. For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.