Thus in the zenith of my lust I reign, I drink to swive, and swive to drink again, Let other monarchs who their sceptres bear, To keep their subjects less in love than fear, Be slaves to crowns—my nation shall bee free, My pintle only shall my sceptre be. Your grace at once hath from the powers above A princely wisdom and a princely love, Whilst you permit your subjects to enjoy That freedom which a tyrant would destroy, By this your royal tarse will purchase more Than all the riches of the kings of Zoar.