Men At Some Time Are Masters Of

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

It Is To Be All Made Of Fantasy, All Made Of Passion And All Made Of Wishes, All Adoration, Duty, And Observance, All Humbleness, All Patience And Impatience, All Purity, All Trial, All Observance

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

What Man Dare, I Dare. Approach Thou Like The Rugged Russian Bear, The Armed Rhinoceros, Or Th' Hyrcan Tiger; Take Any Shape But That, And My Firm Nerves Shall Never Tremble.

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.