Song + 

II + 

The Bondage of Passion + 

When high-enthroned the monarch sits, resplendent in the pride + 

Of purple robes, while flashing steel guards him on every side; + 

When baleful terrors on his brow with frowning menace lower, + 

And Passion shakes his labouring breast⁠—how dreadful seems his power! + 

But if the vesture of his state from such a one thou tear, + 

Thou’lt see what load of secret bonds this lord of earth doth wear. + 

Lust’s poison rankles; o’er his mind rage sweeps in tempest rude; + 

Sorrow his spirit vexes sore, and empty hopes delude. + 

Then thou’lt confess: one hapless wretch, whom many lords oppress, + 

Does never what he would, but lives in thraldom’s helplessness. + 