For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.
What e'er thou art, act well thy part.
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.
What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.