Thereto so high and stately was his port,
That all the petty kings him sore envy'd,
And would him imitate in any sort,
With all the mimick pageantry of pride,
And worship'd be like him, and deify'd
Of courtly sycophants and caitifs vile,
Who to those services themselves apply'd,
And in that school of servitude ere while
Had learn'd to bow and grin, and flatter, and beguile.