Or like the great mogul or pope,
Am cloistered up from public sight:
Retiredness is a piece of majesty, 35
And thus, proud sultan, I’m as great as thee.
Here sin for want of food must starve,
Where tempting objects are not seen;
And these strong walls do only serve
To keep vice out, and keep me in: 40
Malice of late’s grown charitable, sure,
I’m not committed, but am kept secure.