"If all around thee, good and bad, neglect thy seeming merit;
No man yet deserved, who found not some to love him;
and he, that never kept a friend, need only blame himself:
Many for unworthiness will droop and die, but all are not unworthy;
It must indeed be cold clay soil, that killeth every seed.
Therefore, examine thy state, O self-accounted martyr of neglect,
It may be, they merit is a cubit, and thy measure thereof a furlong." Tupper.
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