Loyalty

Kings, who would have good subjects, must

Be loyal subjects in themselves:

We poets- like woman with their hair-

Who sing before a looking-glass,

Can count our loyal subjects, there!

You, who have found young Cupid’s thumb

So soft and white, from constant sucking-

Sit down and think how sweet it was:

Until your poet, grown sincere

Can sing without his robe or glass.