Those companies, like a great deal of corn, do yield some chaff; the
corn are cormorants, the chaff are good-fellows, which are quickly blown
to nothing with bearing a light heart in a light purse. Amongst this chaff
was I winnowing my wits to live merrily, and by my troth, so I did; the prince
could but command men spend their blood in his service; I could make them
spend all the money they had for my pleasure. But poverty in the end parts
friends; though I was prince of their purses, and exacted of my unthrift
subjects as much liquid allegiance as any Kaiser in the world could do, yet
where it is not to be had, the king must lose his right;