With my own power my majesty they wound,
In the King’s name the King’s himself uncrowned;
So doth the dust destroy the diamond. 15
They promise to erect my royal stem,
To make me great, to’ advance my diadem,
If I will first fall down, and worship them.
My life they prize at such a slender rate,
That in my absence they draw bills of hate, 20
To prove the King a traitor to the State.
Felons obtain more privilege than I;