Lord of my soul am I;—not slave to fleshly fee.
My body frail no value has now in my sight;
From flesh when liberated shall my soul feel light.225
The dagger and the sword may take root in my limbs.
Death’s but a banquet; wounds, a flower that graceful climbs.”[428]
Now, who can thus despise his body in his heart,
And yet feel greed for empire, or for pontiffs part?
He strove, ’tis evident, upon the judgment seat,
To set a good example to all future great;
To breathe a righteous spirit into monarchs’ breasts;