1 The Law whereby my lady moves Was never Law to me, But ’tis enough that she approves Whatever Law it be. 2 For in that Law, and by that Law, My constant course I’ll steer; Not that I heed or deem it dread, But that she holds it dear. 3 Tho’ Asia sent for my content Her richest argosies, Those would I spurn, and bid return, If that should give her ease. 4 With equal heart I’d watch depart Each spicèd sail from sight, Sans bitterness, desiring less Great gear than her delight. 5 Though Kings made swift with many a gift My proven sword to hire— I would not go nor serve ’em so— Except at her desire. 6 With even mind, I’d put behind Adventure and acclaim, And clean give o’er, esteeming more Her favour than my fame. 7 Yet such am I, yea such am I— Sore bond and freest free, The Law that sways my lady’s ways Is mystery to me!
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