Proxy - Saltillo
Could such inordinate and low desires
Such poor such bare such lewd such mean attempts
Such barren pleasures rude society
As thou art matched withal and grafted to
I know not whether God will have it so
For some displeasing service I have done
That in his secret doom out of my blood
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me
Accompany the greatness of the blood
And hold their level with the princely heart