Fragment

The ass that looks upon the stars
Is not less asinine;--the base
And cowardly that boasts of scars,
Or wears a crown, may take the place
Of generous spirits, in the throng
Where usurpation reigns; for men
Confound the worthy with the strong,
Nor weigh pretension’s clamor vain.

The hollowest vessels sound the loudest,
The richest treasures deepest lie;
Yet piled up wealth, and rank the proudest,
Are but tumultuous vanity.
I am a prince--with princely spirit,
A ruler--if I rule my heart;
A titled heir--if I inherit
Of virtue, wisdom, truth, a part.