Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
T is a common proof, That lowliness is young ambitions ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost1 round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleepst so sound.