How many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead.
In man's life, time is but a moment; being, a flux; sense is dim; the material frame corruptible; soul, an eddy of breath; fortune a thing inscrutable, and fame precarious.
All is Ephemeral, fame and the famous as well.
And yet, after all, what is posthumous fame? Altogether vanity.
And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.