Why do you strive for greatness, fool? <br />Go pluck a bough and wear it. <br />It is as sufficing. <br /> <br />My Lord, there are certain barbarians <br />Who tilt their noses <br />As if the stars were flowers, <br />And Thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles. <br />Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes. <br /> <br />Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-do-you-strive-for-greatness-fool-2/
