Enough; you see, I need not fear contempt.
—Except it 's yours! Admire me as these may,
You don 't. But whom at least do you admire?
Present your own perfection, your ideal,
Your pattern man for a minute—oh, make haste!
Is it Napoleon you would have us grow?
Concede the means; allow his head and hand,
(A large concession, clever as you are)
Good! In our common primal element
Of unbelief (we can 't believe, you know—