Of kings and courtiers how the herd…

Of kings and courtiers how the herd complain! Nor blame their own inord'nate love of gain. None think that while dire Landlords they allow, To kings and knaves they'll still be doom'd to bow. None think that each by fav'ring the deceit, Himself's a foolish party to the cheat. Few can be Landlords; and these very few, Must, to succeed, their brethren all undo. Yet each low wretch for lordship fierce does burn, And longs to act the tyrant in his turn! Nor longs alone, but hopes before he dies, To have his rents, and live on tears and sighs!