CLVII: From fairest creatures we desire increase

In ev’ry man there is a wealth of gold

he hides within his chest, unseen by all.

And lest he keeps it always from the fold,

it perish with him when he takes his fall.

We all know those who share it with the rest,

they are the heroes of whom we sing praise.

But let yourself remember, I behest:

you are the selfsame hero, in your ways.

Within you is that selfsame treasure, sure,

but only witnessed if you set it free.

Be not the quiet, humble one. Endure

the shame of being praised by those who see!

In you is what we need—let it be known.

We perish if what’s in you isn’t shown.