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Fame is a fickle food
Quote byEmily Dickinson · 1830–1886
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Fame is a fickle food (B).
English (original)
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn; Men eat of it and die.
— Emily Dickinson
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