Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad read more

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of read more

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.

Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.

The paths of glory at least lead to the grave, but the paths of duty may not get you any read more

The paths of glory at least lead to the grave, but the paths of duty may not get you any where.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.