Ambition, the soldier's virtue.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.
Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.