Of those who had, to bring their plans to proof.
James answers sharply—“I will never place
My hopes upon a Lordship or a Grace!
To some great man you bow, to greater he,
Who to the greatest bends his supple knee,
That so the manna from the head may drop,
And at the lowest of the kneelers stop.
Lords call you loyal, and on them you call
To spare you something from our plunder’d all: 30
If tricks like these to slaves can treasure bring,