Now not to suffer shows no loyal heart,
When kings want ease, subjects must bear a part.
What though I cannot see my King, 55
Neither in person nor in coin;
Yet contemplation is a thing
That renders what I have not, mine:
My King from me what adamant can part,
Whom I do wear engraven on my heart? 60
Have you not seen the nightingale,
A pilgrim, coopt into a cage,