Majesty of the nature of man! In crowds shall I seek thee? <br /> 'Tis with only a few that thou hast made thine abode. <br /> Only a few ever count; the rest are but blanks of no value, <br /> And the prizes are hid 'neath the vain stir that they make.<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/majestas-populi/
