Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
Hope springs eternal.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.