Let no one say who reads this book:
" He was not loyal to his art —
Praised other's muses but forsook
His own, too modest for his part.
What laurel did he ever claim?
When did he magnify his name? "

Not humble he: though eyes be blind
And ears be deaf to serious song,
Deep in his heart as in his mind
The poet, who has waited long,
Knows what is fine and what is true,
And, tardy Fame, will wait for you.