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How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves, That even would cut their throats whom now they fawn on, Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Which those industrious bees so hardly toil'd for.
Thomas Otway -
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
Thomas Otway