"Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!This is the state of man:
today he puts forth.
The tender leaves of hopes; tomorrow blossoms,and bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
the third day comes a frost,
a killing frost,and when he thinks, good easy man, full surely.
His greatness is
a ripening, nips his root, and then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
like little
wanton boys that swim on bladders,this many summers in a sea of glory,
but far beyond my depth".
Henry VIII
Hampton Court Palace, London