Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules

HAIL! Childish slaves of social rules You had yourselves a hand in making! How I could shake your faith, ye fools, If but I thought it worth the shaking. I see, and pity you; and then Go, casting off the idle pity, In search of better, braver men, My own way freely through the city. My own way freely, and not yours; And, careless of a town's abusing, Seek real friendship that endures Among the friends of my own choosing.…