GLORY.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Henry VI., Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But looked to near have neither heat nor light.
The White Devil, Act v. Sc. 1. J. WEBSTER.
We rise in glory, as we sink in pride:
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG.
The glory dies not, and the grief is past.
On the Death of Sir Walter Scott. SIR S. BRYDGES.