Classic Poem

If law your innocence abuse,
I'll don the gown defendants use,
And paler far my cheek shall be
Than though the danger threatened me;
If driven from our Motherland
With you I'll seek an alien strand,
For shoals and rocks are naught to dare
With you an exile's lot to share. Martial:
Well, fate has granted wealth to you. Candidus:
'Twas meant for one and not for two. Martial:
But would you give the half of it? Candidus:
That's much to ask you must admit. Martial:
Will you give anything to me?
What? You refuse? It's plain to see
What " sharing" means; your generous mood
Gives me the ill and keeps the good.