All the glory of this world is
rather a matter of fashion than of substance,
it is a body without a soul,
it is a golden shell without a kernel,
it is a show without a substance.
There is no firmness,
there is no solidness,
there is no consistency,
there is no constancy in any of the creatures.
All the pomp,
and glory of the world is but a mere
piece of pageantry,
- Thomas Brooks, An Ark for All God’s Noahs