Tanto major famæ sitis est quam Virtutis! Quis enim virtutem amplectitur ipsam, Præmia si tollas? JUVENAL, _Sat._ X. 140-142. Wealth and children are the ornament of this present life; but good works, which are permanent, are better, in the sight of thy Lord, with respect to the reward, and better with respect to hope.--_Koran_, tr. Sale, Ch. 18. For ages mingled with his parent dust, Fame still records Nushirovan the Just. From the PERSIAN, by Sir William Jones: _Life_, p. 98. Then Peredur returned to his mother and her company, and he said to her, "Mother, those were not angels, but honorable knights." Then his mother swooned away.--_The Mabinogion_, tr. Lady Charlotte Guest, Vol. I. p. 300. One day he met a poor woman weeping bitterly; and when he inquired the cause, she told him that her only brother, her sole stay and support in the world, had been carried into captivity by the Moors. Dominick could not ransom her brother; he had given away all his money, and even sold his books, to relieve the poor; but he offered all he could,--he offered up himself to be exchanged as a slave in place of her brother. The woman, astonished at such a proposal, fell upon her knees before him. She refused his offer, but she spread the fame of the young priest far and wide.--JAMESON, _Legends of the Monastic Orders: St. Dominick_. Lord! what honor falls to a knight that he kills many men! The hangman killeth more with a better title. It were better to be butchers of beasts than butchers of our brethren, for this were more unnatural.--WYCLIFFE, _Of the Seven Deadly Sins_. Gueres ou peu il s'est aydé des gens d'espée en ses ambassades, si-non que de ses gens de plume, ayant opinion que l'espée ne sceut tant bien entendre ses affaires, ny les conduire et démesler, comme la plume.--BRANTÔME, _Vies des Hommes Illustres et Grands Capitaines François_, Discours XLV. He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. SHAKESPEARE, _Titus Andronicus_, Act I. Sc. 2. Honors thrive, When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers. _All's Well that Ends Well_, Act II. Sc. 3. The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. _Richard II._, Act I. Sc. 1. 'Tis death to me to be at enmity: I hate it, and desire all good men's love. _Richard III._, Act II. Sc. 1.