Classic Poem

I.

The youth, who feels the sacred flame;
And seeks to reach the heights of fame,
To toil must consecrate his days,
And scorn the pleasure ease conveys;
Each difficulty must disdain,
And rise superior to each pain.

II.

In ease let others spend the day,
And waste in sleep the night away;
Him appetite shall ne'er controul,
Nor sloth subdue his ardent soul:
Alike he must preserve his breast,
Unmov'd by luxury or rest.

III.

Such are the labours that arise
To him, who seeks fair learning's prize;
But honour shall attend his name,
And distant times his worth proclaim;
Superior far to envy's rage,
His fame shall live through ev'ry age.