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First Line: Fame guards the wreath we call a crown
Last Line: But the poor conceit of pride.
Subject(s): Fame; Pride; Reputation; Self-esteem; Self-respect


FAME guards the wreath we call a crown
With other wreaths of fire,
And dragging this or that man down
Will not raise you the higher!
Fear not too much the open seas,
Nor yet yourself misdoubt;
Clear the bright wake of geniuses,
Then steadily steer out.
That wicked men in league should be
To push your craft aside,
Is not the hint of modesty,
But the poor conceit of pride.





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