Why do you strive for greatness, fool? Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, there are certain barbarians Who tilt their noses As if the stars were flowers, And thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles. Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes. Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON SHE CAME AND WENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE SONGS OF TRAVEL: 46. EVENSONG by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LIFE'S LITTLE DAY by MARY BALL ARMSTRONG POUR FORTH THE WINE! by JOHN STUART BLACKIE |