“I never ask’d for help,” thought he, “but twice,
And all they then would give me was advice;
My Uncle Doctor, when I begg’d his aid,
Bade me work on, and never be afraid,
But still be good; and I’ve been good so long,
I’m half persuaded that they tell me wrong.
And now this Captain still repeats the same; 990
But who can live upon a virtuous name,
Starving and praised?—‘have patience—patience still!’
He said, and smiled; and, if I can, I will.”