Roi ne suis, Though here be wealth and land; Towers grown up, and here to stand, Mustered full, with armies at command. ne prince ne duc, Some whelp done up in godly dress— Imposter! Handed power in excess; No! none of these impress. ne comte assui, And bless the city-serf with flaccid lord, Whose taxes wax tables of ill-afford: The games of children, toothless and ignored. Je suis le sire de Coucy! Mount the banners of knightly wall; Stand you brave, proud, and tall; Between the kings, I rise o'er all.