QUOTE : Sonnet: Political Greatness<br /><br />Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,<br />Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts,<br />Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame;<br />Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts,<br />History is but the shadow of their shame,<br />Art veils her glass, or from the pageant starts<br />As to oblivion their blind millions fleet,<br />Staining that Heaven with obscene imagery<br />Of their own likeness. What are numbers knit<br />By force or custom? Man who man would be,<br />Must rule the empire of himself; in it<br />Must be supreme, establishing his throne<br />On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy<br />Of hopes and fears, being himself alone.