For wealthy men who keep their mines
In darkness hid, and share not
The paltry ore with him who pines
In honest want—WE CARE NOT.
For prudent men who hold the power
Of Love aloof, and bare not
Their hearts in any guardless hour
To Beauty's shaft—WE CARE NOT.
For all, in short, on land or sea,
In camp or court, who are not,
Who never were, or e'er will be
Good men and true—WE CARE NOT.
ANNE BOLEYN.
TRANSLATION FROM THE METRICAL
"Histoire d'Anne Boleyn."
"S'elle estoit belle et de taille élégante,
Estoit des yeulx encor plus attirante,
Lesquelz sçavoit bien conduyre à propos
En les lenant quelquefoys en repos;
Aucune foys envoyant en message
Porter du cueur le secret tesmoignage."
Much as her form seduced the sight,
Her eyes could even more surely woo;
And when and how to shoot their light
Into men's hearts full well she knew.
For sometimes in repose she hid
Their rays beneath a downcast lid;
And then again, with wakening air,
Would send their sunny glances out,
Like heralds of delight, to bear
Her heart's sweet messages about.