I have known many earls myself that in their own
person would go very plain, but delighted to have
one that belonged to them (being loaden with jewels,
apparelled in cloth of gold and all the rich embroidery
that might be) to stand bare-headed unto him, arguing
thus much, that if the greatest men went not more
sumptuous, how more great than the greatest was
he that could command one going so sumptuous. A
nobleman’s glory appeareth in nothing so much as
in the pomp of his attendants. What is the glory of
the sun, but that the moon and so many millions of
stars borrow their lights from him?