What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross. What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee. What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage. Whose world, or mine, or theirs, or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium though it were in the halls of hell; What thou lovest well is thy true heritage. What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee. The ant's a centaur in his dragon world. Pull down thy vanity. It is not man, made courage, or made order, or made grace. Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. Learn of the green world what can be thy place, In scaled invention or true artistry, Pull down thy vanity, Paquin, pull down! The green casque has outdone your elegance. Master thyself, then others shall thee beare. Pull down thy vanity. Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail, A swollen magpie in a fitful sun, Half black half white Nor knowst'ou wing from tail Pull down thy vanity. How mean thy hates, fostered in falsity, Pull down thy vanity, Rathe to destroy, niggard in charity, Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. --Ezra Pound, part of Canto LXXXI