Even she exhorts you to this new attempt,
Which left untried your winnings be but loss.
Arthur. Small credit will be given of matters past
To Fame, the flatterer of the former age.
Were all believ’d which antique bruit imports,
Yet wisdom weighs the peril join’d to praise.
Rare is the fame (mark well all ages gone)
Which hath not hurt the house it most enhanc’d.
Besides, fame’s but a blast that sounds awhile,
And quickly stints, and then is quite forgot.