Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.
O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.
The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.