It seems that he who dares to write
⁠Is all unfit to teach:
And literary fame is quite
⁠Beyond an usher's reach.
I dared imprisonment in vain:
The little bantling of my brain
⁠I am compelled to sacrifice.
The moral, after all, is this:—
That here, where ignorance is bliss,
⁠'Tis folly to be wise.