Disdains to be bought over, scorns the tempter’s moe.
His station’s on a frontier, no eye sees him act;
To duty true, he honestly fulfils his pact.
Then in his monarch’s presence honours due he gains,
Above the brave men fighting in the royal trains.140
More merit’s in a little secret service given,
Than in much more performed when by an eye it’s driven.
Man’s faith and piety on earth are prized of God.
But after death professed, less value have than clod.
The absent and the hidden being thus the best,