Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

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 follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

Glory is the shadow of virtue.

Glory is the shadow of virtue.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Most dreams of glory are safe because we never venture to put them into practice.

Most dreams of glory are safe because we never venture to put them into practice.

Glory is never where virtue is not.
[Fr., La gloire n'est jamais ou la vertu n'est pas.]

Glory is never where virtue is not.
[Fr., La gloire n'est jamais ou la vertu n'est pas.]