Around the year with Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

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For he who drinks from a god's gold fountain
   Of art, or music, or rhythmic song,
Must sift from his soul the chaff of malice,
   And weed from his heart the roots of wrong.
Great gifts should be worn, like a crown befitting!
   And not like gems in a beggar's hands.
And the toil must be constant and unremitting
   Which lifts up the king to the crown's demands.
                                                                   Noblesse Oblige.