For that he color'd with his high estate, (93)
Hiding base sin in plaits of majesty; (94)
That nothing in him seem'd inordinate, (95)
Save sometime too much wonder of his eye, (96)
Which, having all, all could not satisfy;
But, poorly rich, so wanteth in his store, (98)
That, cloy'd with much, he pineth still for more.