In lather’s smothered; emblem of a weak mind’s gasp.
He’s not his own lord; cannot guide his own affairs;
He does but what he’s told; where’er he’s bid, repairs.
Would’st sin with woman? Choose, at least, one that is free.
Would’st rob and steal? Let pearls and jewels be thy fee.565
A slave obeys a master; has himself no will;
The scent is all the rose’s; thorns show no such skill.
A slave may not attain to wish that he may form;
His toil is vain, his trouble profitless;—poor worm!
Shall hunter snare a shadow? Where were then his food?