Content with unproved wits and failing frame,
In virtue of his simple will, to claim
That mastery, no less—to do his best
With means so limited, and let the rest
Go by,—the seal was set: never again
Sordello could in his own sight remain
Leaves the dream he may be something,
One of the many, one with hopes and cares
And interests nowise distinct from theirs,
Only peculiar in a thriveless store