FAME is a fickle jade at best, <br />And he who seeks to win her smile <br />Must trudge, disdaining play or rest, <br />O'er many a long and weary mile. <br /> <br />Nor must he work alone for her, <br />Nor labor only for her cheers, <br />For doing this, it may occur <br />That he shall only reap her sneers. <br /> <br />But when he's ceased to care for self, <br />And is content to work and wait <br />For something better far than pelf, <br />Fame welcomes him among the great.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fame-51/
