I Had Not To This Time Subsisted,

They Are Only Safe That Know To Soothe The Prince's Appetite, And Serve His Lusts.

This Is The Jew That Shakespeare Drew.

Detraction's A Bold Monster, And Fears Not To Wound The Fame Of Princes, If It Find But Any Blemish In Their Lives To Work On.

For Any Man To Match Above His Rank Is But To Sell His Liberty.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!