名人诗歌|Libertatis Sacra Fames

Albeit^{1 nurtured2 in democracy，}

And liking^{3 best that state republican}

Where every man is Kinglike and no man

Is crowned above his fellows， yet I see，

Spite of this modern fret^{4 for Liberty，}

Better the rule of One， whom all obey，

Than to let clamorous^{5 demagogues betray}

Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy^6.

Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane⁷

Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street

For no right cause， beneath whose ignorant reign⁸

Arts， Culture， Reverence^{9， Honour， all things fade，}

Save Treason and the dagger^{10 of her trade，}

Or Murder with his silent bloody^{11 feet.}