Speak no more of his _renown_,
Lay your earthly fancies down,
And in the vast cathedral leave him,
God accept him, Christ receive him.
The young warrior did not fly; but met death as he went forward in his
strength. Happy are they who dies in youth, when their _renown_ is
heard!
The paths of _glory_ lead but to the grave.
_Glory_ long has made the sages smile; 'tis something, nothing,
words, illusion, wind.
Not once or twice in our rough island-story
The path of duty was the way to _glory_.
He was a charming fellow, clever, urbane, free-handed, with all that
fortunate quality in his appearance which is known as _distinction._
Never get a _reputation_ for a small perfection if you are trying for
_fame_ in a loftier area.
One may be better than his _reputation_ or his conduct, but never
better than his principles.
I see my _reputation_ is at stake
My _fame_ is shrewdly gor'd.
CASSIO. _Reputation, reputation, reputation!_ O! I have lost my
reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is
bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!
IAGO. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound.
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