For shame, dear Friend! renounce this canting strain!
What would'st thou have a good great man obtain?
Place ­ titles ­ salary ­ a gilded chain ­
Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain? ­
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? ­ three treasures, love and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; ­
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night ­
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

1809.

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