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Ye gods, it doth amaze me, 
A man of such a feeble temper should 
So get the start of the majestic world, 
And bear the palm alone. 
Shakspeare. 
On the summit see, 
The seals of office glitter in his eyes; 
He climbs,—he pants,—he grasps them. At his heels, 
Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends, 
And with a dexterous jerk soon twists him down, 
And wins them, but to lose them in his turn. 
Cowper. 
If any man must fall for me to rise, 
Then seek I not to rise. Another’s pain 
I choose not for my good. A golden chain— 
A robe of honour is too poor a prize 
To tempt my hasty hand to do a wrong 
Unto a fellow man. This life hath wo 
Sufficient, wrought by man’s satanic foe; 
And who that hath a heart would dare prolong 
Or add unto the sorrows of a soul 
That seeks some healing balm to make it whole ? 
My bosom owns the brotherhood of man; 
From God and truth a renegade is he 
Who scorns a poor man in his poverty, 
Or on his fellow lays a supercilious ban. 
MacKellar. 
