Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, Not one will change his neighbor with himself.
What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Fame can never make us lie down contentedly on a deathbed.
Unblemish'd let me live or die unknown; Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none!