Poem by James Graham, 1st Marquise of Montrose

Montrose on His Own Condition

I would be high, but that the cedar tree
Is blustred down whilst smaller shrubs go free.
I would be low, but that the lowly grass
Is trampled down by each unworthy ass.
For to be high, my means they will not doe;
And to be low, my mind it will not bow.
O Heavens! O Fate! when will you once agree
To reconcile my means, my mind, and me?

1. Lines Written on the Eve of His Execution
2. On Himself, Upon Hearing What Was His Sentence
3. «My Dear and Only Love I Pray…»

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