A short retirement urges a sweet return.
The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!
And out of good still to find means of evil.
When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.
Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!