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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.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.
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 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.
It's too bad I'm not as wonderful a person as people say I am, because the world could use a read more
It's too bad I'm not as wonderful a person as people say I am, because the world could use a few people like that.
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 best-concerted schemes men lay for fame,
Die fast away: only themselves die faster.
The far-fam'd sculptor, read more
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame,
Die fast away: only themselves die faster.
The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard,
Those bold insurancers of deathless fame,
Supply their little feeble aids in vain.
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.
