In ungenerosity, goodness of mind.
Earth’s potentates slaves are of their own slaves’ will.
All mortals, mere corpses of dead corpses, still.
Kings, subject are here to their own subjects’ whim.
Man’s drunk with those intoxicated of him.
The hunter of birds them entraps in his toils,
Himself is then pounced on, despite of his foils.195
A beauty makes prey of the men soft of heart.
Sweethearts fall the victims of false lover’s dart.
If lover thou see, know, a sweetheart he’s, too,