Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.