Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
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There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!
Glory comes too late, after one as been reduced to ashes.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.