For Liberty

Oh Liberty!

That were made the snake-

Too strong for me art thou,

My flesh too weak against.

What new abounds pleasure?

Thou in thrift gave?

But unlike fruits-

In spite unchanged.

Blessed have been I

To have all that there is?

Or cursed; for having thee,

I have all

That I should rather not?

For discretion thou dost grant me

But wisdom

I have none!

What a slight thing

I make of me,

When I do all wrong

Withal for all, I charge thee?

Why no bondage, say liberty?

So forever I may

Escape me?

I sin again and suffer too,

All again myself- an intrigue

To hay which: thou dost have me

And to pay which: thou art- Oh liberty!