More than a King's my @3Word@1 dos rule to day, His Subjects @3His@1, my Betters @3Mine@1 obey; @3Quality, Fortune, Beauty, Virtue, Wit,@1 Do @3Govern@1 others, but to me Submit: To morrow from this @3Dignity@1 I fall, And am a @3Servant@1 at each @3Beck@1 and @3Call@1: Next Day I'me @3free@1 in @3Liberty@1 and @3Power@1, And, as before, a @3Mistress@1 every Hour. @3Changeable@1 is my @3State@1, and yet not strange, When @3Day@1 to @3Night@1, and @3Light@1 to @3Darkness@1 change: Yet @3Fate@1 I cannot blame, but justly own, She, in this @3Difference, Evenness@1 hath shown; For when I'me @3Mistress@1, none I can Command, When @3Servant, curb'd@1 by no imperious @3Hand@1: This is a @3Riddle@1, yet here wonder why, When all the @3World@1's a @3Riddle@1, why not I? |