I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at.
Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?
Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victorie, Or die with fame renown'd for chivalrie: He is not worthy of the honey-comb, That shuns the hives because the bees have stings
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
Too much to know is to know naught but fame.
Time hath a wallet at his back, wherein he puts. Alms for oblivion, a great-sized monster of ingratitudes.