Foul shame ’twould be for him to bow to faith’s rod.
Whoever’s a keeper of wardrobe to king,
Brings loss to his sovereign by petty trading.
With potentate, whoso, by grade, council holds,
If placed as a guard at a gate, roundly scolds.
Admitted to honour by kissing of hands,
To stoop, kiss the foot, degradation now stands.225
To kiss foot of sovereign’s a great honour, sure.
Compared with hands-kissing, ignominy pure.
A king would be jealous of servant so base