Living
On Fame
From Lyric Poems, Made in Imitation of the Italians (1687)
Living
THE Fame we covet, is a wandring Air,
Which against Silence wages constant War;
For to be Mute does her so much displease,
That true, or false, she seldom holds her peace;
She but a while can in a place remain,
'Tis running up and down, does her sustain;
Thô Dead, she seem, she quickly can revive,
And with a Thousand Tongues, a Hydra live.
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Ayres, Philip. “On Fame.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ayres/60/.
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Ayres, Philip. “On Fame.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ayres/60/.
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