The Sun With One Eye Vieweth All

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?