TREASON
What time I write my roundelays,I am as proud as princes gone,Who built their empires in old days,As Tamburlaine or Solomon;And wisely though companions thenSay well it is and well I sing,Assured above the praise of menI am a solitary king.But when I leave that straiter mood,That lonely hour, and put asideThe continence of solitude,I fall in treason to my pride,And if a witling’s word be spentUpon my song in jealousy,In anger and in argumentI am as derelict as he.
What time I write my roundelays,I am as proud as princes gone,Who built their empires in old days,As Tamburlaine or Solomon;And wisely though companions thenSay well it is and well I sing,Assured above the praise of menI am a solitary king.But when I leave that straiter mood,That lonely hour, and put asideThe continence of solitude,I fall in treason to my pride,And if a witling’s word be spentUpon my song in jealousy,In anger and in argumentI am as derelict as he.
What time I write my roundelays,I am as proud as princes gone,Who built their empires in old days,As Tamburlaine or Solomon;And wisely though companions thenSay well it is and well I sing,Assured above the praise of menI am a solitary king.
What time I write my roundelays,
I am as proud as princes gone,
Who built their empires in old days,
As Tamburlaine or Solomon;
And wisely though companions then
Say well it is and well I sing,
Assured above the praise of men
I am a solitary king.
But when I leave that straiter mood,That lonely hour, and put asideThe continence of solitude,I fall in treason to my pride,And if a witling’s word be spentUpon my song in jealousy,In anger and in argumentI am as derelict as he.
But when I leave that straiter mood,
That lonely hour, and put aside
The continence of solitude,
I fall in treason to my pride,
And if a witling’s word be spent
Upon my song in jealousy,
In anger and in argument
I am as derelict as he.