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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost lost that built it. Sir Thomas Browne—Hydriotaphia. Ch. V. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cibber) What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust. Byron—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 218. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I awoke one morning and found myself famous. | author = Byron | work = From Moore's IAfe ofBryon. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. | author = Byron | work = Monody on the Death of Sheridan. L. 68. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O Fame!—if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. | author = Byron | work = Stanzas Written on the Road Between Florence and Pisa. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such: it is an accident, not a property of a man. Carlyle—Essay. Goethe. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles. Carlyle—Past and Present. Ch. XVII. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame. Churchill—The Author. L. 233. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it. Colley Ctbber—Richard III. (Altered.) Act III. Sc. 1. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Browne}}) | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Je ne dois qu'a moi seul toute ma renommee. To myself alone do I owe my fame. Corneille—L'Excuse a Ariste. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Non 6 il mondam romore altro che un fiato Di vento, che vien quinci ed or vien quindi, E muta nome, perche muta lato. The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind, that in the same direction lasts not long. Dante—Purgatoria. XI. 100. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = La vostra nominanza é color d'erba, Che viene e va; e quei la discolora Per cui ell' esce della terra acerba. | trans= All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power. | author = Dante | work = Purgatoria. | place = XI. 115. | note = | topic = | page = 256 }}