Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life.

Let an ill man lie in thy straw, and he looks to be thy heire.

Let an ill man lie in thy straw, and he looks to be thy heire.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

In time comes he whom God sends.

In time comes he whom God sends.

We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.

We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.

He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.

He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.

To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free,
These are imperial arts.

To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free,
These are imperial arts.

He enters the port with a full sail.

He enters the port with a full sail.

Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet robbe the
Altar.

Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet robbe the
Altar.