Who has a mind so poised by the weight
Of his own worth, that e'en without a penny,
Or one poor menial slave to grace his state,
He'd feel as soaring and as proud of heart,
As Rothschild's self or even Bonaparte.
III.
How many heroes never had a name!
How many that have had one have none now!
Renown like Fortune is a fickle dame,
Nor lights her halo up on ev'ry brow.