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Fame: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, Shakesprarian Dictionary. And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.— L.L. i. 1.

All-telling Fame.— L. L. ii. l

It deserves with characters of brass, A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion.— M. M. V. 1.

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.— J. C. iii. 2.

Men's evil manners live in brass: their virtues We write in water.— H. VIII. iv.2

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; For now he lives in fame, though not in life.— R. III. iii. 1.

He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.— Tit. And. i. 2

After my death, I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.— H. VIII. iv. 2.

Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph.— H. IV. PT. 1. v. 4.

Fame, at the which he aims,- In whom already he is well grac'd, cannot Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by A place below the first: for what miscaries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius, O, if he Had borne the business!— C. i. 1.

O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth, I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.— H. IV. PT. I. v. 4.

Having his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Lies mocking our designs.— T. C. 1. 3

FAME,-continued. mtinued. If a man do not erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he and dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps. * * * An hour in clamour,— M. A. v. 2.

a quarter in rheum. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.— H. V. iii. 2.