It deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.
Measure for Measure, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Your name is great
In mouths of wisest censure.
Othello, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Know ye not then, said Satan, filled with scorn,—
Know ye not me?
* * * * *
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
The lowest of your throng.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that raised it.
Shakespeare's King Richard III. (Altered), Act iii. Sc. 1. C. CIBBER.
Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where fame's proud temple shines afar!
Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime
Has felt the influence of malignant star,
And waged with Fortune an eternal war;
Checked by the scoff of pride, by envy's frown,
And poverty's unconquerable bar,
In life's low vale remote has pined alone,
Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown!
The Minstrel, Bk. I. J. BEATTIE.
FANCY.
This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.
Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
When I could not sleep for cold
I had fire enough in my brain,
And builded with roofs of gold
My beautiful castles in Spain!
Aladdin. J.R. LOWELL.