In pride of wit when high desire of fame <br />Gave life and courage to my laboring pen, <br />And first the sound and virtue of my name <br />Won grace and credit in the ears of men, <br />With those the thronged theatres that press <br />I in the circuit for the laurel strove, <br />Where the full praise, I freely must confess, <br />In heat of blood a modest mind might move, <br />With shouts and claps at every little pause <br />When the proud round on every side hath rung, <br />Sadly I sit, unmov'd with the applause, <br />As though to me it nothing did belong. <br />No public glory vainly I pursue; <br />All that I seek is to eternize you.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlvii-in-pride-of-wit/
