Nor Fame I Slight, Nor For Her

An Honest Man's The Noblest Work Of God.

Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown; Oh, Grant An Honest Fame, Or Grant Me None!

A Perfect Judge Will Read Each Work Of Wit With The Same Spirit That Its Author Writ: Survey The Whole, Nor Seek Slight Faults To Find Where Nature Moves, And Rapture Warms The Mind.

The Sound Must Seem An Echo To The Sense.

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.