Author Sir William Watson I DO not ask to have my fill Of wine, or love, or fame.I do not, for a little ill, Against the gods exclaim.One boon of Fortune I implore, With one petition kneel:At least caress me not before Thou break me on thy wheel. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments