The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.
Every good servant does not all commands.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known