He That Loves To Be Flattered Is

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

He That Is Giddy Thinks The World Turns Round.