Fame is a food that dead men eat,- <br />I have no stomach for such meat. <br />In little light and narrow room, <br />They eat it in the silent tomb, <br />With no kind voice of comrade near <br />To bid the banquet be of cheer. <br /> <br />But Friendship is a nobler thing,- <br />Of Friendship it is good to sing. <br />For truly, when a man shall end, <br />He lives in memory of his friend, <br />Who doth his better part recall, <br />And of his faults make funeral.<br /><br />Henry Austin Dobson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fame-is-a-food-that-dead-men-eat/
