My own it is I solely labor at,
Pretending yours the while'—that, even that,
We, understanding well, give credence to,
And so will none of it. But here 't is through
Our recognition of his service, wage
Well earned by work, he mounts to such a stage
Above competitors as all save Bubb
Would agonize to keep. Yet—here 's the rub—
So slightly does he hold by our esteem
Which solely fixed him fast there, that we seem