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

Glory is wont to exalt, not to humble.

Glory is like a glow-worm; afar off they shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.

Glory is a torch to kindle the noble mind.

Honor is like a match, you can only use it once.

Honor is like life; when once it is lost, it is never recovered.

Honor is unstable, and seldom the same; for she feeds upon opinion, and is as fickle as her food.

Honor is venerable to us because it is no ephemeris. It is always ancient virtue.