English poem
The Rulers Of My Destiny.
by John Clare
I'll weep and sigh when e'er she wills To frown—and when she deigns to smile It will be cure for all my ills, And, foolish still, I'll laugh the while; But till that comes, I'll bless the rules Experience taught, and deem it wise To hold thee as the game of fools, And all thy tricks despise.