Pigmies are pigmies still, though perched on hills,
And pyramids are pyramids in vales;
Each man makes his own stature, builds himself:
Virtue alone outlives the pyramids;
Her monuments shall last when Egypt’s fall.
Young.
I saw the virtuous man contend
With life’s unnumbered woes;
And he was poor—without a friend,
Press’d by a thousand foes.