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 had 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 infant's breath:
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,
H IMSELF , his Maker , and the A NGEL D EATH !