Thus is Fame a thing difficult to be obtained by all, but particularly
by those who thirst after it, since most Men have so much either of
Ill-nature, or of Wariness, as not to gratify sooth the Vanity
of the Ambitious Man, and since this very Thirst after Fame naturally
betrays him into such Indecencies as are a lessening to his Reputation, and is it self looked upon as a Weakness in the greatest Characters.
In the next Place, Fame is easily lost, and as difficult to be preserved
as it was at first to be acquired.
And so this Tribe of Rakehells who gambol and cavort upon the Tidal Basin that is this Republic's Capitol, is thickened by the aged presence of a Silkie, who knows no Shame and has trod the halls of Senate among the Conscript Fathers, who daftly pen away the expected entitlements of babes and conjoined cytoplasms yet wombed in Mother's Loins for genrations to come and then some.
This Methusalan Specter can be seen hopping the Lily-Pads of Talk-Fests Broadcast by the Peacock on the Sabbath!
Who this Priest of Apollo, Casandra in Reverse, prophesied that Kemp might yet live had the Patricians been Plebs! Eutychia be with us!
The Tribe of Worthies welcomed Hypnos to Dionyisan Rites! This Carbuncle will Lance Itself!