CALL me not rebel, though in what I sing If I no longer hail thee Lord and King I have redeemed myself with all I had, And now possess my fortunes poor but glad. With all I had I have redeemed myself, And escaped at once from slavery and pelf. The unruly wishes must a ruler take, Our high desires do our low fortunes make: Those only who desire palatial things Do bear the fetters and the frowns of Kings; Set free thy slave; thou settest free thyself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 1. AT TEA by THOMAS HARDY A GIRL OF POMPEII by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN HOLYHEAD, SEPTEMBER 25, 1727 by JONATHAN SWIFT A WINTER'S NIGHT IN IRONDEQUOIT by EMMA MAGIN BISSELL THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 68. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |