I retreated to the garden, but it was only a quiet place to feel ill. Take heed. There is a venomous snake in the grass.
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Splits the unwedgeable and gnarlèd oak
Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man,
Dress'd in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd—
His glassy essence—like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep.
Measure For Measure Act 2, scene 2, 114–123