Lines In The Travellers’ Book At Orchomenus

In this book a traveller had written:­ ‘Fair Albion, smiling, sees her son depart To trace the birth and nursery of art: Noble his object, glorious is his aim; He comes to Athens, and he writes his name.’ Beneath witch Lord Byron inserted the following: The modest bard, like many a bard unknown, Rhymes on our names, but wisely hides his own; But yet, whoe’er he be, to say no worse, His name would bring more credit than his verse.