Who was the lord, who liegeman!

"Thus I lay

On thine my spirit and compel obey

His lord,—my liegeman,—impotent to build

Another Rome, but hardly so unskilled

In what such builder should have been, as brook

One shame beyond the charge that I forsook

His function! Free me from that shame, I bend

A brow before, suppose new years to spend,—

Allow each chance, nor fruitlessly, recur—