Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth