Fame Is Nothing But An

He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

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

Drawn By Conceit From Reason's Plan How Vain Is That Poor Creature Man; How Pleas'd In Ev'ry Paltry Elf To Grate About That Thing Himself.

Within The Brain's Most Secret Cells, A Certain Lord Chief Justice Dwells, Of Sov'reign Power, Whom One And All, With Common Voice We Reason Call.

And Reputation Bleeds In Ev'ry Word.