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Rh And finally:

"Now let me inform you how power is gained by dancing attendance on a master.

Win the friendly counselors,
 * To the monarch dear,

Win persuasive speakers; so
 * Gain the royal ear.

On the undiscerning mob
 * 'Tis not wise to toil:

No man reaps a harvest by
 * Plowing barren soil.

Serve a king of merit, though
 * Friendless, destitute;

After some delay, you pluck
 * Long-enduring fruit.

Hate your master, and you fill
 * Servant's meanest state:

Not discerning whom to serve,
 * 'Tis yourself you hate.

Treat the dowager, the queen,
 * And the king-to-be,

Chaplain, porter, counselor,
 * Most obsequiously.

One who seeks the van in fights,
 * In the palace clings,

In the city walks behind,
 * Is beloved of kings.