And from that full meridian of my glory

I haste now to my setting: I shall fall

Like a bright exhalation in the evening,

And no man see me more.

King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Press not a falling man too far!

King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!

This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth

The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,