Book IV, 111: On AVLICVS

Before that Aulicus was made a Lord,
He was my Friend; we might exchange a word,
As well as hearts; He could be never weary
Of my society; was jocund, merry;
Ingenious, and as jealous to offend;
He was enjoyd, He could enjoy his friend:
But now he swells, looks big, his Favours change,
A well as Fortunes: Now his eyes are strange:
His thoughts are Councels, curious webs of State;
And all his Actions must be wonder'd at;
His Speeches must be Lawes, and every word
An Oracle, to be admir'd, ador'd:
Friendship must now be service: A new mold
Must have new Matter, melted from the old:
O Aulicus, 'twere well, if thou couldst doe
The very same in spirituall honour too.