As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

No papers, no money; no family, no friends, no sense of who you are. The obscurest of the obscure, so obscure as to be a prodigy.

The palpable obscure.

It is better to be famous than notorious, but better to be notorious than obscure.

Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honour as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.