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