Glory (n.) is like a circle in the water, which never ceases to enlarge itself (till by broad spreading it disperse to nought).
Glory (n.) is differently located in different people: some in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse.
Glory (n.) is always relative — when the moon shines, we do not see the candle; So doth the greater glory dim the less.
Glory (n.) grows guilty of detested crimes, when, for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part, we bend to that the working of the heart.
Glory (n.) is, in this life, like madness.
Glory (n.) brings us fierce wretchedness.