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.

Glory is the shadow of virtue.

Glory is the shadow of virtue.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

So may glory from defect arise.

So may glory from defect arise.

No flowery road leads to glory.
[Fr., Aucun chemin de fleurs ne conduit a la gloire.]

No flowery road leads to glory.
[Fr., Aucun chemin de fleurs ne conduit a la gloire.]

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
[Lat., Cineri gloria sera est.]

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
[Lat., Cineri gloria sera est.]

. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.

. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.