Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.
Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.