Classic Poem

(H YBRIAS ?)

The wealth I have is my sword and spear,
And the fence I fight with, my buckler fair;
With these, the lord of all, I go,
With these I plough, with these I sow;
With these I tread the sweet red wine
From grapes and vats that never were mine;
With these, albeit no varlets I fee,
Wherever I come men lackey me.

For the knaves are afeard of sword and spear,
And the fence I fight with, my buckler fair;
And so at my knees they humbly fall,
Bringing me all and giving me all;
And they fawn upon me because of my sword,
And because of my spear they call me lord;
For wealth unbounded is sword and spear,
And the fence that I fight with, my buckler fair.