To Thee my soul shall endless praises pay:

Join, men and angels! join the exalted lay.

Blacklock.

If no basis bear my rising name

But the fallen ruins of another’s fame;

Then teach me, Heaven! to scorn the guilty bays;

Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise:

Unblemished let me live, or die unknown;

O, grant me honest fame, or grant me none.

Pope.