And shall they laud the wonders of your name?

Only when by praising they accrue

A self-aggrandized kinship with your fame

To claim your light and gild their shadows too.

Thus so the swindled tattle now may go.

Yet truth be known—they would as surely tell

A tale designed to damn you, then and there,

That you be sworn to hail as out of hell

And in your evil lives none to compare—

To resurrect or murder yet in kind,

So tongues oft see where every eye is blind.