Phillis's Resolution

When slaves their liberty require,
They hope no more to gain,
But you not only that desire
But ask the power to reign.

II.

Think how unjust a suit you make,
Then you will soon decline;
Your freedom, when you please, pray take,
But trespass not on mine.

III.

No more in vain, Alcander, crave,
I ne'er will grant the thing
That he who once has been my slave
Should ever be my king.
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