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Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
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.
I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do read more
I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.
Fame is the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty read more
Fame is the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty pride to the great names of antiquity.
Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a read more
Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.
The fame you earn has a different taste from the fame that is forced upon you.
The fame you earn has a different taste from the fame that is forced upon you.
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.]
