I Am Not Bound To Please Thee

The Wind-shak'd Surge, With High And Monstrous Main, Seems To Cast Water On The Burning Bear, And Quench The Guards Of The Ever-fixed Pole.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!