VI. ON FAME.

                                   I.
          FAME, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
            To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
          But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
            And dotes the more upon a heart at ease;
          She is a Gipsey,--will not speak to those
            Who have not learnt to be content without her;
          A Jilt, whose ear was never whisper'd close,
            Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her;
          A very Gipsey is she, Nilus-born,
            Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar;
          Ye love-sick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn;
            Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye are!
          Make your best bow to her and bid adieu,
          Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.

Keats, John. 1884. Poetical Works.