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Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately
at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.
Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately
at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.
Were not this desire of fame very strong, the difficulty of
obtaining it, and the danger of losing it read more
Were not this desire of fame very strong, the difficulty of
obtaining it, and the danger of losing it when obtained, would be
sufficient to deter a man from so vain a pursuit.
In the very books in which philosophers bid us scorn fame, they inscribe their names.
In the very books in which philosophers bid us scorn fame, they inscribe their names.
Fame is not just. She never finely or discriminatingly praises, but coarsely hurrahs.
Fame is not just. She never finely or discriminatingly praises, but coarsely hurrahs.
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do read more
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some read more
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour:
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
A niche in the temple of Fame.
A niche in the temple of Fame.
Famous people state fame as a cruse and those who have it not look upon it as a dream, hance read more
Famous people state fame as a cruse and those who have it not look upon it as a dream, hance dreams are cruses.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name,
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name,
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.