Strader:
For thee it may be so, but not for me.
Thou art acquainted with my curious life.
By chance it seemed my parents’ plans were crossed.
Their purpose was to make a monk of me;
And naught so hurt them, they have often said,
In all their life as my apostasy.
I bore all this, yea and much more besides;
Just as one bears the other things in life
So long as birth and death appear the bounds