His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

If It Be Honor In Your Wars To Seem The Same You Are Not,--which, For Your Best Ends, You Adopt Your Policy--how Is It Less Or Worse, That It Shall Hold Companionship In Peace With Honour, As In War: Since That To Both It Stands In Like Request?

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.