Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows, Quite Over-canopied With Luscious Woodbine, With Sweet Musk-roses And With Eglantine.

For The Success, Although Particular, Shall Give A Scantling Of Good Or Bad Unto The General; And In Such Indexes, Although Small Pricks To Their Subsequent Volumes, There Is Seen The Baby Figure Of The Giant Mass Of Things To Come At Large.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.