BRAZILIAN OEDIPUS
OEDIPUS Let the storm burst, my fixed resolve still holds,
To learn my lineage, be it ne’er so low.
It may be she with all a woman’s pride
Thinks scorn of my base parentage. But I
Who rank myself as Fortune’s favorite child,
The giver of good gifts, shall not be shamed.
She is my mother and the changing MOONS
My brethren, and with them I WAX and wane.
Thus sprung why should I fear to trace my birth?
Nothing can make me other than I am.