He left a corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes. - Lord Byron

Cuál es el final de la fama? No es sino llenar
una cierta porción de un papel incierto:
algunos la comparan a trepar a una colina,
cuya cumbre, como la de todas las colinas, está oculta en niebla
...
contar
con un nombre, un despreciable retrato

Seek out — less often sought than found —
A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
Then look around and choose thy Ground,
And take thy Rest.

Gaze
Upon the shades of those distinguished men,
Who were or are the puppet-shows of praise,
The praise of persecution. Gaze again
On the most favoured; and amidst the blaze
Of sunset halos o’er the laurel-browed,
What can ye recognize? — A gilded cloud.