Yet do not thou crow neither, little gnome
Who sittest in thy workshop snug, and filest;
Who safe intrench’d within thy rocky dome,
Lookst down securely on the fight, and smilest,
As looks the lamb upon the wolf below:
Who thinkst the awl a better instrument
Than Aukthor’s hammer: thou requirest too
Iduna’s apple, if thou beest intent
To reach thy labour’s goal, and shine pre-eminent.
Whoever, dwarf or giant, seeks to rise[51]