“Come hither, all ye empty things,  Ye bubbles rais’d by breath of Kings;  Who float upon the tide of state,  Come hither, and behold your fate. Let pride be taught by this rebuke, How very mean a thing’s a Duke; From all his ill-got honours flung, Turn’d to that dirt from whence he sprung.” Jonathan Swift 

“Come hither, all ye empty things, 
Ye bubbles rais’d by breath of Kings; 
Who float upon the tide of state, 
Come hither, and behold your fate.
Let pride be taught by this rebuke,
How very mean a thing’s a Duke;
From all his ill-got honours flung,
Turn’d to that dirt from whence he sprung.”
Jonathan Swift