155 But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not,
All three of you, to be thus much o’ershot?
[157] You found his mote; the king your mote did see;
But I a beam do find in each of three.
O, what a scene of foolery have I seen,
160 Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen!
O me, with what strict patience have I sat,
[162] To see a king transformed to a gnat!
To see great Hercules whipping a gig,
[164] And profound Solomon to tune a jig,