What belongs to you,
Shall remain yours.
Whatever yours be,
Shall never be ours.
And my coins shall remain mine.
All what belongs to me,
Your giraffe's hand must not find
What your eyes ought to see.
Caesar, leave us alone
When still our hearts are kind
Or us see your armed servants;
Loot our property, thinking we are blind.
Though your knees kneel,
On us let it humbly fall,
For its rude request we feel.
And on our backs the painful pleasure roll
As we agree without words
Like sheep shall we calm,
Relieve thence us from heavy loads
From inside our hearts mumble whatever keep us dumb.