Then rend it from that heart! I ask no place,
Though ’twere a throne, without the state becomes me—
Without the homage due to royal Truth.
And should a world betide pronounce me false,
You are to choose between the world and me.
If I be not more than all worlds to you,
I will not stoop to less! I will have all—
Your proudest, purest, noblest, loftiest love—
Your perfect trust—your soul of soul—or nothing!
Shall I not have them? Speak! on poorer spirits—