If to please others, studying to be dear
In their kind thoughts, you move beyond your sphere
And look abroad, respect and praise to gain,
And the poor outward trifle call'd a name;
You lose the character you wish to bear,
You lose your station of philosopher.
Let it suffice that such yourself you know,
No matter whether other men think so:
Let it be to yourself, if wise you'd seem;
And 'tis enough, you gain your own esteem.