The king is soon to lose his crown
who disavows the people's rule
for without armies, common truth,
or the kith and kin to bear name
he is but a pauper with a claim
.
To hold a brush is not to be
painter but by merit of strokes,
and the guidance of hands composed
by the still reserve of patience
and cares of contemplative relations
.
It may be that you are by manners
to be nature's little barding king
whereupon the soul may know all things
Yet it's blind and ignorant to all,
with the least and vilest things your thrall