Perchance would rule us where he should be ruled;
A humbler consort will be sooner schooled.”
Forewarned are those whom Fortune’s gifts await.
Ere waned a moon the elder prince had learned—
From half the weathercocks which gilt the state,
Spying the wind and shifting where it turned—
That for love’s simple sake his son could gain
The world’s chief prize, which kings had sought in vain.
How could he choose but clutch it? Yet the son
Seemed worthy, for his parts were of that mould