VII
But look around you, and you’ll soon perceive
Your judgment is at fault, and, once for all,
’Tis best surrender freedom and not grieve,
But bend your neck demurely to the thrall—
Remembering the weak must take the wall.
And get by rote, if not by heart, the themes
Which age and ancient custom learning call,
And leave enthusiastic youthful dreams,
To labour for what is and not for that which seems.