i4o STEVENSON'S POEMS
When thou hast learned to love a small abode, And not to choose a mistress & la mode : When thus contained and bridled thou shalt be, Then, Maximus, then first shalt thou be free.
here at every word in what I shiŁ King and Lord
CALL me not rebel, though-^. , ^ T .
to i_m what I sing
If I no longer hail thee , _ . _ _,.
0 (Lord and King
I have redeemed myself with all I had, And now possess my fortunes poor but glad. With all I had I have redeemed myself, And escaped at once from slavery and pelf. The unruly wishes must a ruler take, Our high desires do our low fortunes make : Those only who desire palatial things Do bear the fetters and the frowns of Kings ; Set free thy slave ; thou settest free thyself.
DE CCENATIONE MIC^E
LOOK round; You see a little supper room; But from my window, lo ! great Caesar's tomb ! And the great dead themselves, with jovial breath' Bid you be merry and remember death.