The Good, Great Man

How seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits Honor or wealth with all his worth and pains! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits. If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains. For shame, dear Friend; renounce this canting strain! What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain? Place—titles—salary—a gilded chain— Or throne of corses which his sword has 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— Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

Collection: 
English
1792
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sub Title: 
IV. Comfort and Cheer

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