Happily the monarch, foreseeing his shame, had arranged a peculiar method of payment through a little hole, where the receiver could see nothing but his blushing hands.

Probably he meant to keep all the strings he thus set in motion in his own hands, so as to be practically monarch of Rome.

And then this youthful Monarch, profoundly but wisely religious, disdaining hypocrisy, and far above the childish follies of false piety, casts herself upon God, and seeks from the Gospel of His blessed Son a path for her steps and a comfort for her soul.

Our monarch scarce from pressing tears refrains, 600 And painfully his royal state maintains, Who now, embracing on the extremest shore, Almost revokes what he enjoin'd before: Concludes at last more trust to be allow'd To storms and seas than to the raging crowd!

I kept a constant levee day of show, And seldom monarchs so polite behave!

Cheap matter offered they to boyish wit, Those sooty knaves, precipitated down 530 With scoffs and taunts, like Vulcan out of heaven: The paramount ace, a moon in her eclipse, Queens gleaming through their splendour's last decay, And monarchs surly at the wrongs sustained By royal visages.