The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost;
And,--when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is ripening,--nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do.
King Henry VIII. -- III. 2.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrust upon them.