It might be well to stop and ask how little it were worth: Thou hast not solicited his suffrage,-let him not force thee to refuse it; But carrieth whips for flattery, to lash it like a slave: To gorge both bait and hook, unheeding all but appetite : He smelleth praise and swalloweth,-yea, though it be palpable and plain; Say unto him, Folly thou art Wisdom,—he will bless thee for thy lie. FLATTERER, thou shalt rue thy trade, though it hath many present gains; Those varnished wares may sell apace, yet shall they spoil thy credit. charity, Yet afterward it fouled thy censer, as with savour of stale smoke. For the great mind detected thee at once, answering thine emptiness with pity, He saw thy self-interested zeal, and was not cozened by vain-glory: After, when the harmonies are done, shall feel small comfort in their echoes; For either he shall know thee false, conscious of contrary deservings, Or, if in aught to toilsome merit honest praise be due, Though for a season, belike, his weakness hath been raptured at thy witching, Shall he not speedily perceive, to the vexing of his disappointed spirit, That thine exaggerative tongue hath robbed him of fair fame ? Thou hast paid in forgers' coins, and he had earned true money: For the substance of just praise thou hast put him off with shadows of the sycophant Thou art all things to all men, for ends false and selfish, Therefore shalt be nothing unto any one, when those thine ends are seen. TURN aside, young scholar, turn from the song of Flattery! She hath the Siren's musical voice, to ravish and betray. Her tongue droppeth honey, but it is the honey of Anticyra; Her face is a mask of fascination, but there hideth deformity behind; KNOW thyself, thy evil as thy good, and flattery shall not harm thee: For wherein thou lackest most, there chiefly will the sycophant commend thee, And then most warmly will congratulate, when a man hath least deserved. Behold, she is doubly a traitor; and will underrate her victim's best, THEREFORE is she dangerous,- The servile manner, the dependent smile, the conscience self-abased? his teeth, Yea, he will be leader in the laugh,—silly one, to listen to thy loss, Ar the last; have charity, young scholar,-yea, to the sycophant con victed; Be not a Brutus to thyself, nor stern in thine own cause. Be large and liberal in excuses; is not that infirmity thine own? So that, yea, the insincere, may find thee pitiful, and love thee. Mildly put aside, without rudeness of repulse, the pampering hand of flattery, For courtesy and kindness have gone beneath its guise, and ill shouldst thou rebuke them. THOU art incapable of theft: but flowers in the garden of a friend Are thine to pluck with confidence, and it were unfriendliness to hesitate: Is thine to yield with honest heart, and false were the charity to doubt it: OF NEGLECT. GENEROUS and righteous is thy grief, slighted child of sensibility; I see thee checked and chilled, sorrowing for censure or forgetfulness Let the callous sensual deride thee,-disappointed of thy praise, It is a theme for tears to feel the soft heart hardening, The frozen breath of apathy sealing up the fountain of affection; It is a pang keen only to the best, to be injured well-deserving, And slumbering Neglect is injury,—could ye not watch one hour? And indifference bowed to the rebuke, Thou gavest Me no kiss when I came in. MOREOVER, praise is good; honour is a treasure to be hoarded; A good man's praise foreshadoweth God's, and in His smile is heaven: The judge thou heedest not in fear, cannot have deep homage of thy hope, And who then is the wise of this world, that will own he trembleth at his fellows? Calm, careless, and insensible, he mocketh blame or calumny, Neither should his dignity be humbled to some pittance of their praise : The rather, let false pride affect to trample on the treasure Which evermore in secret strength unconquered Nature prizeth ; Lest after, in the world's Neglect, he must acknowledge bitterness. FOR lo, that world is wide, a huge and crowded continent, Its brazen sun is mammon, and its iron soil is care, A world full of men, where each man clingeth to his idol; A world full of men, where each man cherisheth his sorrow; A world full of men, multitude shoaling upon multitude, A surging sea, where every wave is burdened with an argosy of self, A boundless beach, where every stone is a separate microscopic world, A forest of innumerable trees, where every root is independent. WHAT then is the marvel or the shame, if units be lost among the million, Canst thou reasonably murmur, if a leaf drop off unnoticed? Wondrous in architecture, intricate and beautiful, delicately tinged and scented, Exquisite of feeling and mysterious in life, none cared for its growth, or its decay: None? yea, no one of its fellows,-nor cedar, palm, nor bramble,— None?-if none indeed, then man's neglect were bitterness; Yea, jewels in the sea, there be that prize your brightness; |