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The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind,
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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.]
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.
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
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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.
Fame - a few words upon a tombstone, and the truth of those not to be depended on.
Fame - a few words upon a tombstone, and the truth of those not to be depended on.
And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.
And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.
It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.
It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.
If you come to fame not understanding who you are, it will define who you are.
If you come to fame not understanding who you are, it will define who you are.
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.
