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.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

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.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Holy Father, so passes away the glory of the world.
[Lat., Pater sancte, sic transit gloria mundi.]

Holy Father, so passes away the glory of the world.
[Lat., Pater sancte, sic transit gloria mundi.]

For glory gives herself only to those who have always dreamed of her.

For glory gives herself only to those who have always dreamed of her.

Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain.
[Lat., Nisi utile est quod facimus, stulta est gloria.]

Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain.
[Lat., Nisi utile est quod facimus, stulta est gloria.]

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.