Maria A. Brooks.
The sons of earth
Who, vexed with vain disquietude, pursue
Ambition’s fatuous light through miry pools,
That yawn for their destruction, stray, foredoomed,
Amid delusive shadows to their end.
William Herbert.
Ambition, when the pinnacle is gained
With many a toilsome step, the power it sought
Wants to support itself, and sighs to find