At court I met it, in clothes brave enough To be a courtier, and looks grave
To seem a statesman: as I near it came, It made me a great face.
I asked the name."A lord," it cried, "buried in flesh and blood, And such from whom let no man hope least good,
For I will do none; and as little ill, For I will dare none." Good lord, walk dead still.
Contextual notes:
L1 - 'brave' - fine
