John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Theodore Tilton 1835-1907 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| I won a noble fame; But with a sudden frown, The people snatched my crown, And, in the mire, trod down My lofty name. |
| Sir Marmaduke’s Musings. |
| 2 |
| But I account it worth All pangs of fair hopes crost— All loves and honors lost,— To gain the heavens, at cost Of losing earth. |
| Sir Marmaduke’s Musings. |
| 3 |
| So, lest I be inclined To render ill for ill,— Henceforth in me instil, O God, a sweet good-will To all mankind. |
| Sir Marmaduke’s Musings. |
| 4 |
| “What is wealth?” the king would say, “Even this shall pass away.” |
| All Things shall pass away. |
| 5 |
| “Pleasure comes, but not to stay; Even this shall pass away.” |
| All Things shall pass away. |
| 6 |
| “Pain is hard to bear,” he cried, “But with patience, day by day, Even this shall pass away.” |
| All Things shall pass away. |
| 7 |
| “What is fame? Fame is but a slow decay— Even this shall pass away.” |
| All Things shall pass away. |