It Is Not Night When

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

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Naught But Fame.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.