Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!