William Shakespeare,
The Works of William Shakespeare…
“ But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast [Pg 36] And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O, She is corrupted, changed and won from thee;55 She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John, [260] And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France To tread down fair respect of sovereignty. And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. France is a bawd to Fortune and King John, [261] 60 That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John! Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn? ”
