Emily Dickinson presages Paris Hilton:

I’m nobody!  Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us don’t tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

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