My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

I Do Desire We May Be Better Strangers.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.