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If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built

on stubble. MILTON—Comus. L. 597. Nam quamvis prope to, quamvis temone sub uno Vertentem sese, frustra sectabere cantum Cum rota posterior curras et in axe secundo. Why, like the hindmost chariot wheels, art

curst Still to be near but ne'er to reach the first. PERSIUS-Satires. V. 71. DRYDEN's trans.

English, one of the mottoes of the Spectator,

Tatler, Guardian.
Quod si deficiant vires, audacia certe
Laus erit: in magnis et voluisse sat est.

Although strength should fail, the effort will deserve praise. In great enterprises the attempt is enough. PROPERTIUS--Elegiæ. II. 10. 5.

Allow me to offer my congratulations on the truly admirable skill you have shown in keeping clear of the mark. Not to have hit once in so many trials, argues the most splendid talents for missing DE QUINCEY_Works. Vol. XIV. P. 161.

Ed. 1863, quoting the EMPEROR GALERIUS to a soldier who missed the target many

times in succession. [II] battoit les buissons sans prendre les ozillons.

He beat the bushes without taking the birds. RABELAIS–Gargantua. Ch. II. How are the mighty fallen!

II Samuel. I. 25.


Don't let Tinker die.
BARRIE-Peter Pan. (“Tinker Bell” thought

she could get well again if children believed

in fairies.) When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a million pieces, and they all went skipping about. That was the beginning of fairies.

BARRIE-Peter Pan.

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Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay!
I had not been a married wife a twelvemonth and

a day, I had not nursed my little one a month upon my

knee, When down among the blue bell banks rose elfins

three times three: They griped me by the raven hair, I could not

cry for fear, They put a hempen rope around my waist and

dragged me here; They made me sit and give thee suck as mortal

mothers can, Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! strange and weak and

wan! ROBERT BUCHANANThe Fairy Foster Mother.



Here's to the men who lose!
What though their work be e'er so nobly

And watched with zealous care;

No glorious halo crowns their efforts grandContempt is Failure's share! G. L. SCARBOROUGHTo the Vanquished.

(See also STORY under CONQUEST) And each forgets, as he strips and runs

With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones

Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,

Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,

In the glare of the truth at last.
SERVICEThe Men That Don't Fit In.

Then take me on your knee, mother;

And listen, mother of mine.
A hundred fairies danced last night,

And the harpers they were nine.
MARY HowittThe Fairies of the Caldon Low.

St. 5.


Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom. It is as true as sunbeams. DOUGLAS JERROLD-Specimens of Jerrold's

Wit. Fairy Tales.


We have scotch'd the snake, not killed it.

Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 14.

10 Not all who seem to fail have failed indeed, Not all who fail have therefor worked in vain. There is no failure for the good and brave. Attributed to ARCHBISHOP TRENCH by Prof.

CONNINGTON. 11 For he that believeth, bearing in hand, Plougheth in the water, and soweth in the sand. SIR THOMAS WYATT.

(See also MASSINGER)

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Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of Death, What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, A certain portion of uncertain paper:
And lands Thought smoothly on the further Some liken it to climbing up a hill,

Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 721. For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes

kill, FALCON

And bards burn what they call their "midnight

taper," The falcon and the dove sit there together, To have, when the original is dust, And th’ one of them doth prune the other's A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust. feather.

BYRON-Don Juan. Canto I. St. 218. DRAYTON—Noah's Flood.

14 3

I awoke one morning and found myself famous. Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,

BYRON—From MOORE's Life of Bryon. Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?

15 Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 53.

BYRON-Monody on the Death of Sheridan.

L. 68. 4 A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,

16 Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

O Fame!-if I e'er took delight in thy praises, Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 12.

'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding 5

phrases, My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;

Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one disAnd till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd,

cover For then she never looks upon her lure.

She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 193. BYRON—Stanzas Written on the Road Between

Florence and Pisa.


Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of FAME

merit, but only a probability of such: it is an A niche in the temple of Fame.

accident, not a property of a man. Owes its origin to the establishment of the Pan

CARLYLE—Essay. Goethe. theon (1791) as a receptacle for distinguished

18 men.

Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame 7

recollect articulately at all; and there she but Were not this desire of fame very strong, the

maunders and mumbles. difficulty of obtaining it, and the danger of CARLYLEPast and Present. Ch. XVII. losing it when obtained, would be sufficient to 19 deter a man from so vain a pursuit.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame, ADDISONThe Spectator. No. 255.

And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame. 8

CHURCHILL—The Author. L. 233. And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome ANTONINUS—Med. 4. 33.

Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it. 9

COLLEY CIBBERRichard III. (Altered.) Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb

Act III. Sc. 1. The steep where Fame's proud temple shines

(See also BROWNE) afar! BEATTIE—The Minstrel. St. 1.

Je ne dois qu'à moi seul toute ma renommée. 10 Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven:

To myself alone do I owe my fame.

CORNEILLEL'Excuse à Ariste.
No pyramids set off his memories
But the eternal substance of his greatness;
To which I leave him.

Non é il mondam romore altro che un fiato BEAUMONT AND FLETCHERThe False One. Di vento, che vien quinci ed or vien quindi, Act II. Sc. 1. L. 169.

E muta nome, perchè muta lato. 11

The splendors that belong unto the fame of The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame,

earth are but a wind, that in the same direcDie fast away: only themselves die faster.

tion lasts not long.
The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurellid bard, DANTE-Purgatoria. XI. 100.
Those bold insurancers of deathless fame,
Supply their little feeble aids in vain.

La vostra nominanza é color d'erba,
BLAIRThe Grave. L. 185.

Che viene e va; e quei la discolora (See also BURNS under DISAPPOINTMENT) Per cui ell' esce della terra acerba. 12

All your renown is like the summer flower Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow Diana; he is almost lost that built it.

which brings it forth, soon slays with parching SIR THOMAS BROWNE-Hydriotaphia. Ch. V. power. (See also CIBBER)

DANTE-Purgatoria. XI. 115.


If he were To be made honest by an act of parliament I should not alter in my faith of him. BEN JONSON—The Devil Is an Ass. Act IV.

Sc. 1.

And we shall be made truly wise if we be made content; content, too, not only with what we can understand, but content with what we do not understand—the habit of mind which theologians call-and rightly-faith in God. CHARLES KINGSLEY-Health and Education

on Bio-Geology. 3

The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience. LOWELL-My Study Windows. Abraham

Lincoln. 1864.

Thou almost makest me waver in my faith
To hold opinion with Pythagoras,
That souls of animals infuse themselves
Into the trunks of men.

Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 13C.

15 The saddest thing that can befall a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman.

ALEXANDER SMITH-A Life Drama. Sc. 12.

16 Faith is the subtle chain Which binds us to the infinite; the voice Of a deep life within, that will remain Until we crowd it thence. ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH-Atheism in Three

Sonnets. Faith.

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O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!

MILTON—Comus. L. 213. 5

That in such righteousness To them by faith imputed they may find Justification towards God, and peace Of conscience. MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. XII. L. 294.

Yet I argue not Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot of right or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

MILTONTo Cyriac Skinner. 7

Combien de choses nous servoient hier d'articles de foy, qui nous sont fables aujourd'hui!

How many things served us yesterday for articles of faith, which today are fables to us!

MONTAIGNEEssays. Bk. İ. Ch. XXVI. But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last. MOORE—Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of



I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.

II Timothy. IV. 7.


Faith, mighty faith the promise sees

And rests on that alone;
Laughs at impossibilities,

And says it shall be done.
CHARLES WESLEY-Hymns. No. 360.



Through this dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light

Up the blackness streaking; Knowing God's own time is best, In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking! WHITTIERBarclay of Ury. St. 16.


If faith produce no works, I see
That faith is not a living tree.
Thus faith and works together grow;
No separate life they e'er can know:
They're soul and body, hand and heart:
What God hath joined, let no man part.

HANNAH MOREDan and Jane.

10 For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 305.

(See also COWLEY) 11 The enormous faith of many made for one.

POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 242.

12 Be thou faithful unto death. Revelation. II. 10.

Set on your foot, And with a heart new-fir'd I follow you, To do I know not what: but it sufficeth That Brutus leads me on.

Julius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 331.

A bending staff I would not break,
A feeble faith I would not shake,
Nor even rashly pluck away
The error which some truth may stay,
Whose loss might leave the soul without
A shield against the shafts of doubt.

WHITTIER—Questions of Life. St. 1.

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'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower

Of Faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,

And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. WORDSWORTH-Weak is the Will of Mon

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Fame then was cheap, and the first courier sped; And they have kept it since, by being dead.

DRYDENThe Conquest of Granada. Epilogue. 'Tis a petty kind of fame At best, that comes of making violins; And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go To purgatory none the less.

GEORGE ÉLIOT-Stradivarius. L. 85.

Where's Cæsar gone now, in command high and

able? Or Xerxes the splendid, complete in his table? Or Tully, with powers of eloquence ample? Or Aristotle, of genius the highest example? JACOPONE-De Contemptu Mundi. Trans. by



Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last part, but fame relates all, and often more than all. FULLERThe Holy and Profane States. Of




From kings to cobblers 'tis the same;
Bad servants wound their masters' fame.

GarFables. The Squire and his Cur. Pt. II.

8 Der rasche Kampf verewigt einen Mann, Er falle gleich, so preiset ihn das Lied. Rash combat oft immortalizes man. If he should fall, he is renowned in song. GOETHE-Iphigenia auf Tauris. V. 6. 43.

Fame has no necessary conjunction with praise: it may exist without the breath of a word: it is a recognition of excellence which must be felt but need not be spoken. Even the envious must feel it: feel it, and hate it in silence. MRS. JAMESON—Memoirs and Essays. Wash

ington Alston. Reputation being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the Envious and the Ignorant. But Fame, whose very birth is posthumous, and which is only known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds, can neither be increased nor diminished by any degree of wilfulness. Mrs. JAMESON-Memoirs and Essays. Wash

ington Allston. 20 Miserum est aliorum incumbere famæ.

It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others. JUVENAL--Satires. VIII. 76.

The temple of fame stands upon the grave: the flame that burns upon its altars is kindled from the ashes of dead men. HAZLITT- Lectures on the English Poets.

Lecture VIII.



Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame!

A draught that mantles high,
And seems to lift this earthly frame

Above mortality.
Away! to me a woman–bring
Sweet water from affection's spring.

FELICIA D. HEMANS-Woman and Fame.

"Let us now praise famous men

Men of little showing-
For their work continueth,
And their work continueth,

Greater than their knowing.
KIPLING—Words prefixed to Stalky & Co.

First line from Ecclesiasticus. XLIV. 1.


Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

LONGFELLOW-Hyperion. Bk. I. Ch. VIII.


If that thy fame with ev'ry toy be pos'd,
"Tis a thin web, which poysonous fancies make;
But the great souldier's honour was compos'd
Of thicker stuf, which would endure a shake.

Wisdom picks friends; civility plays the rest;
A toy shunn'd cleanly passeth with the best.
HERBERTThe Temple. The Church Porch.

St. 38.

Building nests in Fame's great temple, As in spouts the swallows build.

LONGFELLOW-Nuremberg. St. 16.



His fame was great in all the land.
LONGFELLOWTales of a Wayside Inn. The

Student's Tale. Emma and Eginhard. L. 50.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown. HOMER-Iliad. Bk. LX. L. 535. POPE's trans.



The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame. HOMER-Iliad. Bk. XI. L. 394. POPE's trans.

Nolo virum facili redimit qui sanguine famam; Hunc volo laudari qui sine morte potest.

I do not like the man who squanders life

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