Small shall I be if small my estate,
And great shall I grow if great it be.
What fortune soever for me may wait,
I will strive to adorn it worthily.
Should God grant easeful wealth unto me,
I would fain win fame too in oncoming days.
So Nestor and Lycian Sarpedon in lays
Ringing loud on the lips of men, have praise,
Whom we see as it were in temples enshrined
Uppiled by the master-builders of song;
For through glorious strains liveth chivalry long—
But the path unto that fame few may find.