By Jove! I am not covetous for gold;
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But, if it be a sin to covet honor,
I am the most offending soul alive.
King Henry V., Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,—
That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,
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And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt
In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss
Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose.
Don Juan, Canto VIII. LORD BYRON.
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call:
She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.
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Unblemished let me live, or die unknown;
O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
The Temple of Fame. A. POPE.