Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

Pride went before, ambition follows him.

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.