Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’ nights.
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mocked himself.
Such men as he be never at heart’s ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,