The gifts of Kingdomes, his rar'st Favours bee:
For, in five hundred Millions, there's not one,
Whom this high Honour is conferr'd upon;
Nor is there any knowne Estate on earth,
(Whereto wee come, by Merit, or by Birth)
Which can, to any man assurance bring,
That, hee shall either live, or die a King.
The Morning-Starre, that's Heire unto a Crowne,
Oft sets, before the shining-Sunne is downe;
And, some, that once a glorious Empire swayd,