How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!