English poem
The man who does for freedom roar
by Anonymous
The man who does for freedom roar, His eloquence displays, Expatiates 'gainst despotic pow'r, And gains a nation's praise. Each stander by may plainly see, The patriot's fir'd by vanity.
The soldier eagerly pursues The airy phantom, fame; The author too the public sues, In hopes to get a name: Yet both alike appear to be Inspir'd by nought, but vanity.
The simple maid, whose best attire Is but a linen gown, Neat clad trips out, while round admire, Each gaping country clown: Yet she doth feel, as well as we, Her bosom glow with vanity.
The man who feels another's woes, And does those woes relieve; Who feels the blessings he bestows, Nor will just praise receive: A heart like this is wholly free From folly, pride, and vanity.