Fame.-Colton.

OF present Fame think little and of future less; the Praises that we receive after we are buried, like the posies that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead; the dead are gone, either to a place where they hear them not, or where, if they do, they will despise them.

Fame. Sterne.

THE way to Fame is like the way to Heaven-through much Tribulation.

Fame. Shakspeare.

GLORY grows guilty of detested crimes;

When, for Fame's sake, for Praise, an outward part,
We bend to that the working of the heart.

Fame. Shakspeare.

IF a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.

Fame.-Shakspeare.

DEATH makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in Fame, though not in life.
Fame.- Shakspeare.

THE Evil, that men do, lives after them;
The Good is oft interred with their bones.
Fame.-Byron.

THY fanes, thy temple, to the surface bow,
Commingling slowly with heroic earth,
Broke by the share of every rustic plough:
So perish Monuments of mortal Birth,
To perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth.
Fame.-Byron.

WHAT of them is left, to tell

Where they lie, and how they fell?

Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves;
But they live in the Verse that immortally saves.
Fame. Moore.

WHO, that surveys this span of earth we press,
This speck of life in time's great wilderness,
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!—
Would sully the bright spot or leave it bare,
When he might build him a proud Temple there,
A Name, that long shall hallow all its space,
And be each purer soul's high resting-place!

Fame. Shakspeare.

MEN'S Evil Manners live in brass: their Virtues
We write in water.

Fame. — Shenstone.

A H me! full sorely is my heart forlorn
To think how modest Worth neglected lies,
While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn
Such deeds alone, as Pride and Pomp disguise,
Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprise.

Fame. - Byron.

'TIS as a snowball which derives assistance
From every flake, and yet rolls on the same,
Even till an iceberg it may chance to grow;
But after all 'tis nothing but cold snow.

Fame.-Young.

OF boasting more than of a bomb afraid,

A soldier should be modest as a maid :
Fame is a bubble the reserved enjoy ;
Who strive to grasp it, as they touch, destroy;
'Tis the world's debt to deeds of high degree;
But if y u pay yourself, the world is free.

Fame. Young.

FAME is a public mistress, none enjoys,
But, more or less, his rival's peace destroys.

Fame.-Pope.

WHAT'S Fame? a fancied life in others' breath,
A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Just what you hear, you have; and what's unknown,
The same, my lord, if Tully's, or your own.

All that we feel of it begins and ends
In the small circle of our foes or friends;
To all beside as much an empty shade
An Eugene living, as a Cæsar dead.

Fame.-Milton.

FAME is the spur that the clear sp'rit 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' abhorr'd shears,
And slits the thin-spun life.

Literary Fame. - Voltaire.

THE path to Literary Fame is more difficult than that which leads to Fortune. If you are so unfortunate as not to soar above mediocrity, remorse is your portion; if you succeed in your object, a host of enemies spring up around you: thus you find yourself on the brink of an abyss between Contempt and Hatred.

Worldly Fame. John Quincy Adams.

FAME, that common crier, whose existence is only known by the assemblage of multitudes; that pander of wealth and greatness, so eager to haunt the palaces of fortune, and so fastidious to the houseless dignity of virtue; that parasite of pride, ever scornful to meekness, and ever obsequious to insolent power; that heedless trumpeter, whose ears are deaf to modest merit, and whose eyes are blind to bloodless, distant excellence.

Fancy. Shakspeare.

ALL impediments in Fancy's course
Are motives of more Fancy.

Farewell and Welcome.

Shakspeare.

TIME is like a fashionable host,

That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;
And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,

Grasps in the comer; Welcome ever smiles,

And Farewell goes out sighing.

Followers of Fashion.- Musa Anglic.
AN empty, thoughtless tribe.

WE

Fashion. — Greville.

E laugh heartily to see a whole flock of sheep jump because one did so might not one imagine that superior beings do

the same by us, and for exactly the same reason.

Fashion. — Byron.

IN the Great World-which being interpreted
Meaneth the West end of a city,

And about twice two thousand people bred

By no means to be very wise or witty,

But to sit up while others lie in bed,

And look down on the Universe with pity.

Fashion. — Byron.

THE Company is "mixed," (the phrase I quote is
As much as saying, they're below your notice.)

Fashion. Churchill.

FASHION, a word which knaves and fools may use
Their knavery and folly to excuse.

Fashion.—Shakspeare.

WHERE doth the World thrust forth a Vanity,
(So it be knew, there's no respect how vile,)
That is not quickly buzz'd into the ears?
Fate.-Horace.

WITH equal foot, rich friend, impartial Fate,
Knocks at the cottage and the palace gate:
Life's span forbids thee to extend thy cares,
And stretch thy hopes, beyond thy destined years:
Night soon will seize, and you must quickly go
To storied ghosts, and Pluto's house below.

Faults.-Shakspeare.

IF little Faults, proceeding on Distemper,

Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye,
When Capital Crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested,
Appear before us?

Fabour.- La Bruyere.

FAVOUR exalts a man above his equals, but his dismissal from that Favour places him below them.

Favours. — Publius Syrus.

IT is conferring a kindness, to deny at once a Favour which you

intend to refuse.

Fate of Favourites. — Shakspeare.

GREAT Princes' Favourites their fair leaves spread,
But as the marigold, at the sun's eye;
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the Book of Honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil❜d.

Fear.

Shaftesbury.

THE passion of Fear (as a modern philosopher informs me) determines the spirits to the muscles of the knees, which are instantly ready to perform their motion, by taking up the legs with incomparable celerity, in order to remove the body out of harm's

way.

Fear.-Montaigne.

THE thing in the world I am most afraid of is Fear; and with good reason, that Passion alone, in the trouble of it, exceeding all other accidents.

Fear.-Shakspeare.

I FIND the people strangely fantasied;
Possess'd with Rumours, full of idle Dreams;
Not knowing what they fear, but full of Fear.
Feat.-Shakspeare.

BUT that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,

And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.

Fear. — Shakspeare.

THIS man's brow, like to a title-leaf,

Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:

So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.

Thou tremblest; and the Whiteness in thy Cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,

So dull, so dead in look, so wo-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd.
Ghostly Fear. — Shakspeare.

WHAT man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal Mockery, hence!

Unmanly Fear.- Milton.

Be not over exquisite
To cast the fashion of uncertain evils:

For grant they be so, while they rest unknown,
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?

Feasting. - Peter Pindar.

THE turnpike road to people's hearts, I find,
Lies through their Mouths, or I mistake mankind