let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. - Alexander Pope

Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,
Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?
First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,
Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!
Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made
Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade?
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?

Be sure yourself and your own reach to know How far your genius taste and learning go.

Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...