Ung ie Servirey

To serue but one, a constant courage showes,
Who serueth more, he rightly serueth none:
Base is the minde that bends to many Bowes,
Next God, a Prince we ought obey but one.
One God, one Prince, he serues, defends and feares,
Vng ie seruirey, for his worde that beares.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.