Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Who does i'the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars That make ambition virtue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian- Whose inward pinches therefore are most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Which dreams indeed are ambition;for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. A dream itself is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Which dreams, indeed, are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit a kingdom for it was to small… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
