Quotes About Ambition

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition:By that sin fell the angels.

A little touch of Harry in the night.

By heaven methinks it were an easy leapTo pluck bright honor from the pale-fac'd moon,Or dive into the bottom of the deep,Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,And pluck up drowned honor by the locks.

A politician… one that would circumvent God.

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o' the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way.

O! when degree is shaked,Which is the ladder to all high designs,The enterprise is sick.

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

Who lin'd himself with hope,Eating the air on promise of supply.

I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame."

Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore CawdorShall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!

'Tis better to be lowly born,And range with humble livers in content,Than to be perk'd up in a glist'ring griefAnd wear a golden sorrow.

I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, "Fie upon this quiet life! I want work."

Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,That he is grown so great?

Ambition,The soldier's virtue.

I would not be a queenFor all the world.

No man's pie is freedFrom his ambitious finger.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Macbeth: If we should fail—Lady Macbeth: We fail!But screw your courage to the sticking-place,And we'll not fail.

Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall harm Macbeth.

Who doth ambition shun,And loves to live i' the sun,Seeking the food he eats,And pleas'd with what he gets.

William Shakespeare

Thou art not for the fashion of these times,Where none will sweat but for promotion.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,Without my stir.