Society, whereof myself am at the beck,
Whose call obey, and stoop to burden stiffest neck!
VII
Why is it that whene'er a faithful few combine
To cast allegiance off, play truant, nor repine,
Agree to bear the worst, forego the best in store
For us who, left behind, do duty as of yore,—
Why is it that, disgraced, they seem to relish life the more?
—Seem as they said, "We know a secret passing praise
Or blame of such as you! Remain! we go our ways