Classic Poem

You little know the heart that you advise;
I view this various scene with equal eyes.
In crowded court I find myself alone,
And pay my worship to a nobler throne.

Long since the value of this world I know,
Pity the madness, and despise the show.
Well as I can my tedious part I bear
And wait dismission without painful fear.

Seldom I mark mankind's detested ways,
Not hearing censure, nor affecting praise,
And unconcerned my future fate I trust
To that sole Being, merciful and just.