A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
Thou lump of foul deformity!
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.