herald trumpet

Know how to triumph over envy and malevolence. Showing contempt, even if prudent, achieves little; being polite is much better. Nothing is more worthy of applause than speaking well of someone who speaks ill of you, and no revenge more heroic than merit and talent conquering and tormenting envy. Each blessing is a further torture to ill will, and the glory of those envied is a personal hell to the envious. The greatest punishment is making your good fortune their poison. An envious person doesn’t die straight off, but bit by bit every time the person envied receives applause, the enduring fame of one rivalling the punishment of the other, the former in everlasting glory, the latter everlasting torment. Fame’s trumpet heralds one person’s immortality and announces another’s death - a sentence to hang by envy’s anxious rope.”

- How to Use Your Enemies by Baltasar Gracián (trans. Jeremy Robbins)

“There were no trumpets, no gladsome shouts of welcome, nothing but the smell of tar, the thump of ropes, and the raw voices of seamen crying, ‘Landing! Tie her!’

For years Mary had imagined landing in Scotland as an adult queen returning to her childhood home. She and François together, of course, standing at the rail, seeing a great company of mounted councilmen awaiting them, silken banners flying, caparisoned horses gleaming, heralds shouting their trumpets, crowds cheering.”

- Mary Stuart’s arrival in Scotland after the death of François II, from Mary Queen of Scotland and the Isles by Margaret George