Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.
How tedious is a guilty conscience!
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.