There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
William ShakespeareBut 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.
William ShakespeareLet the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.
William ShakespeareO good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having. . . .
William Shakespeare