I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, III, st. 113
I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, III, st. 113