My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of

He Hath Borne Himself Beyond The Promise Of His Age, Doing, In The Figure Of A Lamb, The Feats Of A Lion.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.