Hath angry Heaven stripped thee of thy crown,
Thy people and thy sceptre, rendering thee
The scornéd of the meanest outcast wretch
That hugs his rags in human wretchedness,
Abhorr’d and despised of those who once
Courted thy favour. Take this cruel lesson
Home to the prideful chambers of thy heart,
And know kings henceforth but as mortal men,
Their power ephemera of a summer day,
Be they not fief to Heaven. Be thy penitence