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They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal The deep, unutterable woe
Deathopeneth the gate to good fame, and extinguisheth envy.
Men in great place are thrice servants: servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business.
Physicians of the utmost fame Were called at once, but when they came Theyanswered, as they took their fees, 'There is no cure for this disease.'
Myclaimtoliterary fameisthat Iusedto deliver meattoa woman who becameT. S. Eliot's mother-in-law.
A lone letter from a young man: that is fame.
Fareweel to a'our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory.
Have little care that Life is brief, And less that art is long. Success is in the silences, Though fame is in the song.
For a soldier I listed, to grow great in fame, And be shot at for sixpence a day.
Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.
Verse hath a middle nature: heaven keeps souls, The grave keeps bodies, verse the fame enrols.
Upon Saint Crispin's day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; Oh, when shall English men With such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry?
Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics, but mild anagram: Leave writing plays, and choose for thy command Some peaceful province in Acrostic Land. There thou mayest wings displayand altars raise, And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
Fame is based on what people sayabout you, reputation on what they think of you.
Here lies, bowl'd out by Death's unerring ball, A cricketer renowned, by name John Small; But though his name was small, yet great was his fame, For nobly did he play the'noble game'. His life was like his inningslong and good; Full ninety summers had Death withstood, At length the ninetieth winter camewhen (Fate Not leaving him one solitary mate) This last of Hambledonians, old John Small, Gave up his bat and ballhis leather, wax and all.
Fame is a powerful aphrodisiac.
Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.
When I behold, upon the night's starred face Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness so sink.
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw theThing ashesees It for the God of Things as They are!
Hail Cricket! glorious, manly, British game! First of all Sports! be first alike in fame!
And every warrior that is rapt with love Of fame, of valour, and of victory, Must needs have beauty beat on his conceits: I thus conceiving and subduing both, That which hath stopped the tempest of the gods, Even from the fiery-spangled veil of heaven, To feel the lovely warmth of shepherds'flames, And march in cottages of strowe' d weeds, Shall give the world to note, for all my birth, That virtue solely is the sum of glory, And fashions men with true nobility.
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? 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.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
There is a place (If ancient and prophetic fame in heav'n Err not) another world, the happy seat Of some new race called Man.
La gloire et le repos sont choses qui ne peuvent loger en mesme giste. Fame and tranquillity are two things that can't live under the same roof.
I do not write for money or fame One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensible to one's happiness to express.
Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind: Or ravished with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame!
Why stir the wasps that rim Fame's luscious pot? Love costs us nothing, satire costs a lot!
Long life to thy fame and peace to thy soul, Rob Burns! When I want to express a sentiment which I feel strongly, I find the phrase in Shakespeareor thee. The blockheads talk of my being like Shakespearenot fit to tie his brogues.
Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame; Who seek, who hope, who love, who live, but thee: Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my history; If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washe' d it away; Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. 'Vain man,'said she,'that doest in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalise, For I my self shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wipe' d out likewise.' 'Not so,'quod I,'let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternise, And in the heavens write your glorious name. Where when as death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.'
Dan Chaucer, well of English undefiled, On Fame's eternal beadroll worthy to be filed.
En cherchant la gloire, j'ai toujours espe re qu'elle me ferait aimer. I have pursued fame always in the hope of winning her love.
The general who advances without coveting fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect the countryand do good service to his sovereign, is the jewel of the kingdom.
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
With this for motto,'Rather use than fame'.
To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and aimable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes man.
I charge thee, sir, not to talk of high honours, A single general achieves fame on the rotting bones of ten thousand.
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