Theodore Tilton

"I won a noble fame; But with a sudden frown, The people snatched my crown, And, in the mire, trod down My lofty name."

"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."

"So, lest I be inclined To render ill for ill,— Henceforth in me instil, O God, a sweet good-will To all mankind."

""What is wealth?" the king would say, "Even this shall pass away"."

"Pleasure comes, but not to stay; Even this shall pass away."

"Pain is hard to bear," he cried, "But with patience, day by day, Even this shall pass away."

"What is fame? Fame is but a slow decay— Even this shall pass away."