Pity melts the mind to love.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
He made all countries where he came his own.