XV.
Reading edition
The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, — Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe.
Reading edition
The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, — Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe.