Time's glory is to calm contending kings, to unmask falsehood and bring truth to light.

Falsehood falsehood cures

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught

Like madness is the glory of this life As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.