Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And

Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

This Is Servitude, To Serve Th'unwise, Or Him Who Hath Rebelled Against His Worthier, As Thine Now Serve Thee, Thyself Not Free, But To Thyself Enthralled.

To Live A Life Half Dead, A Living Death.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.

Courtesy Which Oft Is Found In Lowly Sheds, With Smoky Rafters, Than In Tapestry Halls And Courts Of Princes, Where It First Was Named.