A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust

What is the end of fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour;
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill
And bards burn what they call their 'midnight taper,'
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.

Verse CCXVIII from Canto 1 of Byron's Don Juan - and especially the last line - is curiously apposite don't you think?