T Is A Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face

T Is A Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face

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'T is a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar
-- Act ii, Sc. 1

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