[1928]name registered in thy book.”  Out of this fountain proceed all those cracks and brags,—­[1929]_speramus carmina fingi Posse linenda cedro, et leni servanda cupresso_—­[1930]_Non usitata nec tenui ferar penna.—­nec in terra morabor longius.  Nil parvum aut humili modo, nil mortale loquor.  Dicar qua violens obstrepit Ausidus.—­Exegi monumentum aere perennius.  Iamque opus exegi, quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis, &c. cum venit ille dies, &c. parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennis astra ferar, nomenque erit indelebile nostrum_. (This of Ovid I have paraphrased in English.)

       “And when I am dead and gone,
        My corpse laid under a stone
        My fame shall yet survive,
        And I shall be alive,
        In these my works for ever,
        My glory shall persever,” &c.

And that of Ennius,

       “Nemo me lachrymis decoret, neque funera fletu
        Faxit, cur? volito docta per ora virum.”

“Let none shed tears over me, or adorn my bier with sorrow—­because I am eternally in the mouths of men.”  With many such proud strains, and foolish flashes too common with writers.  Not so much as Democharis on the [1931] Topics, but he will be immortal. Typotius de fama, shall be famous, and well he deserves, because he writ of fame; and every trivial poet must be renowned,—­Plausuque petit clarescere vulgi.  “He seeks the applause of the public.”  This puffing humour it is, that hath produced so many great tomes, built such famous monuments, strong castles, and Mausolean tombs, to have their acts eternised,—­Digito monstrari, et dicier hic est; “to be pointed at with the finger, and to have it said ‘there he goes,’” to see their names inscribed, as Phryne on the walls of Thebes, Phryne fecit; this causeth so many bloody battles,—­Et noctes cogit vigilare serenas; “and induces us to watch during calm nights.”  Long journeys, Magnum iter intendo, sed dat mihi gloria vires, “I contemplate a monstrous journey, but the love of glory strengthens me for it,” gaining honour, a little applause, pride, self-love, vainglory.  This is it which makes them take such pains, and break out into those ridiculous strains, this high conceit of themselves, to [1932]scorn all others; ridiculo fastu et intolerando contemptu; as [1933]Palaemon the grammarian contemned Varro, secum et natas et morituras literas jactans, and brings them to that height of insolency, that they cannot endure to be contradicted, [1934]"or hear of anything but their own commendation,” which Hierom notes of such kind of men.  And as [1935]Austin well seconds him, “’tis their sole study day and night to be commended and applauded.”  When as indeed, in all wise men’s judgments, quibus cor sapit, they are [1936]mad, empty vessels, funges, beside themselves, derided, et ut Camelus in proverbio quaerens cornua, etiam quas habebat aures amisit, [1937]their works are toys, as an almanac out of date, [1938]_authoris pereunt garrulitate sui_, they seek fame and immortality, but reap dishonour and infamy, they are a common obloquy, insensati, and come far short of that which they suppose or expect. [1939]_O puer ut sis vitalis metuo_,