William Cleland

(1661-1689 / Scotland)

Some Few Lines Made Upon - Poem by William Cleland

To die obscure must be a dismal Fate,
Since Mortals purchase Fame at such a rate;
As burning Cities, razing Regal seats.
Destroying Temples; overturning States.
But meaner sp'rits whom Destiny contracts,
Not to aspire unto such Glorious Acts;
Yet Phaetons in conceit, will be content
E're Fame be wanting to be Fools in Print.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 15, 2010



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