Fame is a fickle food (1702)

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, "Fame is fickle food" from (02138: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, )
Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)