But man, proud man, 146 Dressed in a little brief authority, 147 Most ignorant of what he’s most assured, 148 His glassy essence, like an angry ape 149 Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven 150 As makes the angels weep, who with our spleens 151 Would all themselves laugh mortal.
ISABELLA
Could great men thunder 139
As Jove himself does, Jove would never be quiet, 140
For every pelting, petty officer 141
Would use his heaven for thunder, 142
Nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven, 143
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt 144
Splits the unwedgeable and gnarlèd oak, 145
Than the soft myrtle. But man, proud man, 146
Dressed in a little brief authority, 147
Most ignorant of what he’s most assured, 148
His glassy essence, like an angry ape 149
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven 150
As makes the angels weep, who with our spleens 151
Would all themselves laugh mortal. 152
