Fame Is Nothing But An

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.

Those Who Would Make Us Feel Must Feel Themselves.

And Reputation Bleeds In Ev'ry Word.

Enough Of Self, That Darling Luscious Theme, O'er Which Philosophers In Raptures Dream; Of Which With Seeming Disregard They Write Then Prizing Most When Most They Seem To Slight.

Who All In Raptures Their Own Works Rehearse, And Drawl Out Measur'd Prose, Which They Call Verse.