Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
The way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps
You would have to give up all else—I alone would expect
to be your God, sole and exclusive,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the
lives around you, would have to be abandon’d;
Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—
Let go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down, and depart on your way.