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After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honor from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
King Henry VIII., Act v. Sc. 2.

REPUTATION.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls :
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something,

But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

SHAKESPEARE.

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nothing;

'Twas mine, 't is his, and has been slave to One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,— thousands;

That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,

SHAKESPEARE.

It deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.

Measure for Measure, Act v. Sc. 1.

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SHAKESPEARE.

SHAKESPEARE.

What is glory but the blaze of fame,
The people's praise, if always praise unmixt?

And what delight to be by such extolled,
To live upon their tongues and be their talk,
Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise ?

Paradise Regained, Book iii.

MILTON.

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What is the end of Fame ? "T is but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper.

Don Juan, Cant. i.

BYRON.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call;
She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.

Unblemished let me live, or die unknown;
O grant an honest fame, or grant me none !
The Temple of Fame.

POPE.

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We may live without poetry, music, and art;
We may live without conscience and live without

heart;

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MANNERS AND CUSTOMS.

We may live without friends; we may live Such is the custom of Branksome Hall.

without books;

The Lay of the Last Minstrel, Cant. i.

POPE.

TENNYSON.

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west,
Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest,

When in the Hall of Smoke they congress hold,
And the sage berry sunburnt Mocha bears
Has cleared their inward eye: then, smoke-
enrolled.

The Castle of Indolence, Cant. i.

Divine in hookahs, glorious in a pipe,
When tipped with amber, mellow, rich and ripe ;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties Give me a cigar!

The Island, Cant. ii.

But civilized man cannot live without cooks.

We may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving?

We may live without hope,

what is hope but

deceiving?

We may live without love, what is passion Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, but pining? Tenets with books, and principles with times.

But where is the man that can live without

Moral Essays, Epistle I.

POPE.

J. THOMSON.

Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
In learned doctors' spite;

Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in delight.

To my Cigar.

And seest the ashes cast away,
Then to thyself thou mayest say,
That to the dust

Return thou must.

BYRON.

C. SPRAGUE.

And when the smoke ascends on high,
Then thou behold'st the vanity
Of worldly stuff,
Gone with a puff :

Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
ANONYMOUS.—Before 1689.

SCOTT.

But to my mind, — though I am native here,
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honored in the breach, than the observance.

Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 4.

SHAKESPEARE.

Plain living and high thinking are no more.
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.

Written in London, September, 1802.

WORDSWORTH.

DIFFERING TASTES.
Different minds
Incline to different objects: one pursues
The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild;
Another sighs for harmony, and grace,
And gentlest beauty.

Such and so various are the tastes of men.

Pleasures of the Imagination, Book III. M. AKENSIDE,

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