1. Is it the Applaudings loud Or wond’ring gazes of the crowd; Disappointed envy’s shame, Or hollow voice of fickle Fame? These may extort the sudden smile, May swell the heart a little while; But they leave no joy behind, Breathe no pure transport o’er the mind, Nor will the thought of selfish gladness Expand the brow of secret sadness.

2. Is it the Applaudings loud Or wond’ring gazes of the crowd; Disappointed envy’s shame, Or hollow voice of fickle Fame? These may extort the sudden smile, May swell the heart a little while; But they leave no joy behind, Breathe no pure transport o’er the mind, Nor will the thought of selfish gladness Expand the brow of secret sadness.