Greatness Knows Itself.

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?