Is this the man I came so far to see The perfect Cavalier, the finish'd courtier Whom Ladies lov'd, the gallant curled Woodvil, Whom brave men fear'd, the valiant, fighting Woodvil, The haughty high-ambitioned Parricide The same that sold his father's secret in his cups, And held it but an after-dinner's trick?

Next this (how wildly will ambition steer!)