The most tragic thing in the world is a man of genius who is not a man of honor

The most tragic thing in the world is a man of genius who is not a man of honor

Honour is but an itch in youthful blood
Of doing acts extravagantly good.

Honour is but an itch in youthful blood
Of doing acts extravagantly good.

The palpable obscure.

The palpable obscure.

The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness,
and peril of falling?

The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness,
and peril of falling?

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
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I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
I want to be forgotten even by God.

Here honor binds me, and I wish to satisfy it.
[Lat., Ici l'honneur m'oblige, et j'y veux satisfaire.]

Here honor binds me, and I wish to satisfy it.
[Lat., Ici l'honneur m'oblige, et j'y veux satisfaire.]

Don't look for more honor than your learning merits.

Don't look for more honor than your learning merits.

Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honour as deserving real distinction are those who read more

Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honour as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.