I am Duchess of Malfi still.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.
The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.