He ruleth not though he reign over Realms, that is subject to his own Lusts

IF thou wilt mighty be, flee from the rage

Of cruel will; and see thou keep thee free

From the foul yoke of sensual bondage:

For though thine empire stretch to Indian sea,

And for thy fear trembleth the farthest Thulè,

If thy desire have over thee the power,

Subject then art thou and no governor.

If to be noble and high thy mind be moved,

Consider well thy ground and thy beginning;

For he that hath each star in heaven fixed,

And gives the moon her horns, and her eclipsing,

Alike hath made the noble in his working;

So that wretched no way may thou be,

Except foul lust and vice do conquer thee.

All were it so thou had a flood of gold

Unto thy thirst, yet should it not suffice;

And though with Indian stones a thousand fold,

More precious than can thyself devise,

Ycharged were thy back; thy covetise,

And busy biting yet should never let

Thy wretched life, ne do thy death profet.