Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision,

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.

Plutus Himself, That Knows The Tinct And Multiplying Med'cine, Hath Not In Nature's Mystery More Science Than I Have In This Ring.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.