Human Applause

Isn't my heart holy, more full of life's beauty,
  since I fell in love?  Why did you like me more
  when I was prouder and wilder, more full
  of words, yet emptier?
 
Well, the crowd likes whatever sells in the
  marketplace;  and no one but a slave
  appreciates violent men.  Only those who
  are themselves godlike believe in the gods.