Note 106 — THE TEMPLE OF FAME.

Tho came the thirde companye, And gan up to the dees to hye, And down on knees they fell anone, And saiden: We ben everichone Folke that han full truely Deserved fame rightfully, And prayen you it might be knowe Right as it is, and forthe blowe. I grant, quoth she, for now me list That your good works shall be wist. And yet ye shall have better loos, Right in despite of all your foos, Than worthy is, and that anone. Let now (quoth she) thy trumpe gone— And certes all the breath that went Out of his trumpes mouthe smel'd As men a pot of baume held Among a basket full of roses.—Pope.