Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.
This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.
Cineri gloria sera est.
Glory paid to our ashes comes too late
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
Immensum gloria calcar habet.
The love of glory gives an immense stimulus.
Nisi utile est quod facimus, stulta est gloria.
Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain.
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Magnum iter adscendo; sed dat mihi gloria vires.
I am climbing a difficult road; but the glory gives me strength.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
Bee, Edinburgh, Oct. 12, 1791. Said to have been written by Major Mordaunt. Whole poem reproduced in Literary Digest, Sept.
11, 1920, P. 38.Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till, by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
When the moon shone, we did not see the candle;
So doth the greater glory dim the less.
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their
horse;
And every humor hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest.
Like madness is the glory of this life.
Who would be so mock'd with glory?
Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,—nothing
so expensive as glory.
Heu, quam difficilis glorias custodia est.
Alas! how difficult it is to retain glory!
Et ipse quidem, quamquam medio in spatio
integras ætatis ereptus, quantum ad gloriam, longissimum ævum peregit.
As he, though carried off in the prime of life, had lived long enough for glory.
Twas glory once to be a Roman;
She makes it glory, now, to be a man. </poem>
I never learned how to tune a harp, or play
upon a lute; but I know how to raise a small and
inconsiderable city to glory and greatness.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But look'd to near have neither heat nor light.
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
We rise in glory, as we sink in pride:
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
GLOWWORM
Till glowworms light owl-watchmen's flight
Through our green metropolis.
My star, God's glowworm.
Tasteful illumination of the night,
Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
While many a glowworm in the shade
Lights up her love torch.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late;
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate.
