A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For

Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood Will Give Us Anything.

Literature Is A Comprehensive Essence Of The Intellectual Life Of A Nation.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.