The Law whereby my lady moves Was never Law to me, But 'tis enough that she approves Whatever Law it be. For in that Law, and by that Law My constant course I'll steer; Not that I heed or deem it dread, But that she holds it dear. Tho' Asia sent for my content Her richest argosies, Those would I spurn, and bid return, If that should give her ease. With equal heart I'd watch depart Each spiced sail from sight; Sans bitterness, desiring less Great gear than her delight. Though Kings made swift with many a gift My proven sword to hire, I would not go nor serve 'em so, Except at her desire. With even mind, I'd put behind Adventure and acclaim, And clean give o'er, esteeming more Her favour than my fame. Yet such am I, yea, such am I, Sore bond and freest free, The Law that sways my lady's ways Is mystery to me!