Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.
Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd and unsung.walter scott
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