My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself. William Shakespeare
But '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 Shakespeare
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile; So ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. William Shakespeare