FALSEHOOD-TRUTH, &c. It is not in the power Of Painting or of Sculpture to express 254 CUMBERLAND's Philemon. Beyond all contradiction, The most sincere that ever dealt in fiction. BYRON'S Don Juan. BYRON'S Don Juan. My smiles must be sincere, or not at all. "Tis strange, but true; for truth is always strange, Stranger than fiction. If it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold! BYRON'S Don Juan. I know the action was extremely wrong; But I detest all fiction, even in song, And so must tell the truth, howe'er you blame it. BYRON'S Don Juan. I mean to show things as they really are, Not as they ought to be; for I avow That till we see what's what in fact, we 're far From much improvement. BYRON'S Don Juan. First, I would have thee cherish truth, As leading-star in virtue's train; Folly may pass, nor tarnish youth, But falsehood leaves a poison-stain. MISS ELIZA COOK. Truth, crush'd to earth, shall rise again,- W. C. BRYANT. 260 FAME NOTORIETY. FAME NOTORIETY. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror, Talk not to me of fond renown, the rude, I courted fame but as a spur to brave SHAKSPEARE Knows he that mankind praise against their will, CROWN MALLET YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. They, spider-like, spin out their precious all, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, The whole amount of that enormous fame, YOUNG MILTON POPE'S Essay on Man. FAME NOTORIETY. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, POPE'S Essay on Mar Whose honours with increase of ages grow, 261 POPE'S Essay on Criticism. A youth to fame, ere yet to manhood, known. Absurd! to think to overreach the grave, POPE BLAIR'S Grave. He left a name at which the world grew pale, DR. JOHNSON. And glory long has made the sages smile; Than on the name a person leaves behind. BYRON'S Don Juan. What is the end of fame? "Tis but to fill 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 "the midnight taper." BYRON'S Don Juan. And blaze with guilty glare thro' future time, Eternal beacons of consummate crime. BYRON'S English Bards, &c. Far dearer the grave or the prison, Illumed by a patriot's name, Than the trophies of all who have risen MOORE. We tell thy doom without a sigh, That were not born to die! FITZ GREEN HALLECK FANCY-IMAGINATION. Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE FANCY-IMAGINATION. This busy power is working day and night; DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, 263 DR. JOHNSON, on Shakspeare. Do what he will, he cannot realize Pleasant at noon, beside the vocal brook, Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, ROGERS SOUTHEY. SCOTT's Rokeby. Where Fancy halted, weary in her flight, POLLOK'S Course of Time. The beings of the mind are not of clay, Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray, And more belov'd existence. BYRON'S Childe Harold Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars BYRON'S Childe Harold |