O For A Horse With

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.