Quotes About Legacy

Quiet consummation have;And renowned be thy grave!

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in theeCalls back the lovely April of her prime.

They are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted o'er,In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,Wherein he puts alms for oblivion.

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

William Shakespeare

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rime.

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

'Tis a happy thingTo be the father unto many sons.

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,Nor the furious winter's rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;Golden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

Nothing in his lifeBecame him like the leaving it; he diedAs one that had been studied in his deathTo throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,As 'twere a careless trifle.

I am all the daughters of my father's house,And all the brothers too.

For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase...

The very staff of my age, my very prop.

This day is call'd the feast of Crispian:He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd.And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

William Shakespeare

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

He shall have a noble memory.