To hear his name on fame’s loud tocsin rung,
Content to be unnoticed and unsung!
He who, with stern integrity of soul,
Moves on, earth’s fawning sycophants among,
Has that within himself which can control
Deep sorrow’s darkest waves, and make them backward roll.
XX.
Who cares not to be prais’d or paragraph’d,
Is wise—is happy. Better ’tis to be
Too low to make a mark for envy’s shaft,