Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps ittelf And falls on the other. Prolusiones academicæ - الصفحة 42بواسطة Cambridge univ - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 120عرض كامل
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William Empson - 1986 - عدد الصفحات: 246
...Macbeth regards the crown as an "ornament", a satisfaction to pride; and Macbeth says in so many words, "I have no spur / To prick the sides of my intent,...only / Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself." Unless you regard this moral paradox as already obvious, given from the start, it is natural to feel...