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Who fears not to do ill fears the name,
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name,
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
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.
And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.
And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.
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 highest form of vanity is love of fame.
The highest form of vanity is love of fame.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.
It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you read more
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
