NOW all the truth is out, <br />Be secret and take defeat <br />From any brazen throat, <br />For how can you compete, <br />Being honour bred, with one <br />Who, were it proved he lies, <br />Were neither shamed in his own <br />Nor in his neighbours' eyes? <br />Bred to a harder thing <br />Than Triumph, turn away <br />And like a laughing string <br />Whereon mad fingers play <br />Amid a place of stone, <br />Be secret and exult, <br />Because of all things known <br />That is most difficult.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-friend-whose-work-has-come-to-nothing/
