|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye;|
I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes favours!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Shakespeare.King Henry VIII., Act III. Scene 2. (Wolsey on the Vicissitudes of Life.)
| Take physic, pomp;|
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
Shakespeare.King Lear, Act III. Scene 4. (Reflections in the Tempest.)
|Plain without pomp, and rich without a show.|
Dryden.The Flower and the Leaf, Line 187.