That I do serve; if otherwise, why want
Aught further of me? If men cannot choose
But set aside life, why should I refuse
The gift? I take it—I, for one, engage
Never to falter through my pilgrimage—
Nor end it howling that the stock or stone
Were enviable, truly: I, for one,
Will praise the world, you style mere anteroom
To palace—be it so! shall I assume
—My foot the courtly gait, my tongue the trope,