Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.

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.

Death, Not Romeo, Take My Maidenhead!