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.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...
All dark and comfortless.
Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.