names give you all, one after the other,
as titles tell you who and what you are—
so who is so poor so bereft of his means,
or his feelings and meaning for life
that he can’t even speak or spark
or give you any sign of life and candor,
when, another, so rich in company,
so honored in their friends and in their ends,
so welcomed, unignored and well spoken
of, and with all they meet well they are true,
offers to all of himself nothing more
than such a promise never to betray.
for, for him who’s constance is most bright,
for him—for him, such a promise is a right.