"Rewards of earth, Nobilitie and Fame, To senses Glorie, and to conscience wee, How little be you, for so great a name? Yet lesse is he with men that thinks you so. For earthly Power, that stands by fleshly wit, Hath banish'd that Truth, which should governe it.Nobilitie, Powers golden fetter is, Where with wise Kings subjection doe adorne, To make man thinke her heavy yoke, a blisse, Because it makes him more than he was borne. Yet still a slave, dimm'd by mists of a Crowne, Lest he should see, what riseth, what puls downe.Fame, that is but good words of evill deeds, Begotten by the harme we have, or doe, Greatest farre off, least ever where it breeds, We both with dangers and disquiet wooe. And in our flesh (the vanities false glasse) We thus deciav'd adore these Calves of brasse."
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