“These lords, perhaps, do scorn our estimates,
And think we prattle with distempered spirits;
But since they measure our deserts so mean
That in conceit bear empires on our spears,
Affecting thoughts coequal with the clouds,
They shall be kept our forced followers
Till with their eyes they view us emperors”
-Christopher Marlowe, “Tamburlaine the Great, Part One”
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