That I do you with humble bows no more, And danger of my naked head, adore;
That I, who lord and master cried erewhile, Salute you in a new and different style, By your own name, a scandal to you now;
Think not that I forget myself or you:
By loss of all things by all others sought This freedom, and the freeman's hat, is bought.
A lord and master no man wants but he Who o'er himself has no authority, Who does for honours and for riches strive, And follies without which lords cannot live.
If thou from fortune dost no servant crave, Believe it, thou no master need'st to have.
