By bolstered words I am borne in hand, As who saith, bidden I should obey. Ye may threat twice ere once ye may Prevail by power to underband That I should yield and not withstand. Your words do well your wits bewray, Weening to bear so great a sway To ween my will when ye command. The free ye think to force by fear To seek obedience of the thrall. Your threat'ning words, of power but small, Is wasted wind to use them here; For like acquaintance of like scathe Is my 'no fears' of your 'no faith'. |