I have ventured, like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, this many summers in a sea of glory, but far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride at length broke under me.
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself and falls on th’ other.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
See that you come not to woo honour, but to wed it.
O, had I but followed the arts!
O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention!
Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have immortal longings in me.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
As he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
