Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We

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.

Petitions, Not Sweetened With Gold, Are But Unsavory And Oft Refused; Or, If Received, Are Pocketed, Not Read.

I In My Own House Am An Emperor, And Will Defend What's Mine.

What Can Innocence Hope For, When Such As Sit Her Judges Are Corrupted!

Though The Desire Of Fame Be The Last Weakness Wise Men Put Off.