Irony
He asked for nothing, therefore bent1
In labour to enrich a friend ;2
Years passed, his friend in tatters went3
Whilst he had all the world to spend.4
He said, I “crave a little thing,5
A quiet, unrecorded life.”6
“All hail !” they cried, and crowned him king,7
A ruler over realms of strife.8
His friend upon the highway died9
Whose heart was panting for renown ;10
Whilst he who loathed its glittering pride,11
Sank ’neath the torture of a crown.12