Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged In Thy Name.

Fortune In Men Has Some Small Diff'rence Made, One Flaunts In Rags, One Flutters In Brocade, The Cobbler Apron'd, And The Parson Gown'd, The Friar Hooded, And The Monarch Crown'd.

No, Make Me Mistress To The Man I Love; If There Be Yet Another Name More Free More Fond Than Mistress, Make Me That To Thee!

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.