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.