
"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