And I bear it in my chafing-dish
That all may have whate’er they wish.
If mortal wants what he has not,
He chases others who have got;
And so indeed I drown the lot,
Like gasping gudgeons in a pot.
Jack.For me, I bear a nobler flame,
That crowns me King in Heaven’s name.
Whene’er I call, each patriot
Follows me forth to die and rot;