This is the solid pomp of prosperous days; 275
The peace and shelter of adversity.
And if you pant for glory, build your fame
On this foundation, which the secret shock
Defies of Envy and all-sapping Time.
The gawdy gloss of Fortune only strikes 280
The vulgar eye: The suffrage of the wise,
The praise that’s worth ambition, is attain’d
By Sense alone, and dignity of mind.
Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul,