The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch,

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

O, It Is Excellent To Have A Giant's Strength; But It Is Tyrannous To Use It Like A Giant.

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.