He drinks to no man: that’s, too, like a lord.
He keeps another’s wife, which is a spice
Of solemn greatness; and he dares, at dice,
Blaspheme God greatly; or some poor hind beat,
That breathes in his dog’s way: and this is great.
Nay, more, for greatness’ sake he will be one
May hear my epigrams, but like of none.
Surly, use other arts; these only can
Style thee a most great fool, but no great man.
Ben Jonson.