Crying, “Blasphemy, blasphemy!”
For I had broken the locks....
And when the procession went waving to a funeral,
They cried it again;
For I stayed in my home and spoke truth about the dead.
Much did I learn waiting in my youth;
At the door of a great man I waited on one foot and then on the other.
The files passed in and out before me to the antechamber, for at that door I was not favored:
(O costly preferment!)
Yet I watched them coming and going,