Some falls the means are happier to rise.
That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
The wheel is come full circle.