And hushing all their eager ears, to hear some newer Fame.
So all is still again; but nothing of the past hath been forgotten;
A stirring recollection of the trumpet ringeth in the hearts of men:
And each one, either envious or admiring, hath wished the chance were his
To fill as thus the startled world with fame, or fear, or wonder.
This lit thy torch of sacrilege, Ephesian Eratostratus;
This dug thy living grave, Pythagoras, the traveller from Hadës;
For this, dived Empedocles into Etna's fiery whirlpool;
For this, conquerors, regicides, and rebels, have dared their perilous crimes.
In all men, from the monarch to the menial, lurketh lust of fame: