Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.