Shakespeare Was Of Us, Milton Was Of

A Man In Armor Is His Armor's Slave.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

Ever Judge Of Men By Their Professions. For Though The Bright Moment Of Promising Is But A Moment, And Cannot Be Prolonged, Yet If Sincere In Its Moment's Extravagant Goodness, Why, Trust It, And Know The Man By It, I Say,- Not By His Performance; Which Is Half The World's Work, Interfere As The World Needs Must With Its Accidents And Circumstances: The Profession Was Purely The Man's Own. I Judge People By What They Might Be,- Not Are, Nor Will Be.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.