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