Nobility

Go, then, to heroes, sages if allied,
Go! trace the scroll, but not with eye of pride,
Where Truth depicts their glories as they shone,
And leaves a blank where should have been your own.
Mark the pure beam on yon dark wave impress'd;
So shines the star on that degenerate breast —
Each twinkling orb,that burns with borrow'd fires, —
So ye reflect the glory of your sires.