Then thou before wast something less than man.
Has thy new post betray’d thee into pride? 320
That treacherous pride betrays thy dignity;
That pride defames humanity, and calls
The being mean, which staffs or strings can raise. 323
That pride, like hooded hawks, in darkness soars,
From blindness bold, and towering to the skies.
’Tis born of ignorance, which knows not man:
An angel’s second; nor his second, long.
A Nero quitting his imperial throne,