“Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.

Fruit tree, fruit tree
No-one knows you but the rain and the air.
Don’t you worry
They’ll stand and stare when you’re gone.”

From a song by Nick Drake…Fruit Tree