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I came to birth beside the Rhine;
In Austria passed my youth; Bohemia I have chosen for mine,
More for the Master's sake than for the land's, though both of them are good.
The Master's good, his land no less;
Yet there's one thing in both I'm sore ashamed of, I confess:
'Tis that none, or none but he, pays me the honour that he should.
Were I with God Himself in holy Heaven,
I'd deem it wrong and hard to be forgiven,
If honour scant His angels paid me.
I've managed now the King to get,
But not the Knight nor Castle yet;
His Bishop and his Pawn do nought to aid me!