New poems and variant readings/Ad Olum
|Call me not rebel, though||here at every word|
|in what I sing|
|If I no longer hail thee||King and Lord|
|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.