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.
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O Fame!--if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
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O Fame!--if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
Your fame shall (spite of proverbs) make it plain
To write in water's not to write in vain.
Your fame shall (spite of proverbs) make it plain
To write in water's not to write in vain.
Fame is proof that people are gullible.
Fame is proof that people are gullible.
The Duke of Wellington brought to the post of first minister
immortal fame; a quality of success which would read more
The Duke of Wellington brought to the post of first minister
immortal fame; a quality of success which would almost seem to
include all others.
To myself alone do I owe my fame.
[Fr., Je ne dois qu'a moi seul toute ma renommee.]
To myself alone do I owe my fame.
[Fr., Je ne dois qu'a moi seul toute ma renommee.]
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind,
that in the same direction lasts read more
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind,
that in the same direction lasts not long.
[It., Non e il mondam romore alro che un fiato
Di vento, che vien quinci et or vien quindi,
E muta nome, perche muta lato.]
Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a
probability of such: it is an read more
Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a
probability of such: it is an accident, not a property of a man.
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal read more
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness,--
To which I leave him.
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us footprints on read more
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.
